2020
ifykyk

lyrics:

i got drugs in my backpack 
trap phone in my pocket 
u can call back 
sike bitch i don't rlly mean that
it's jus fucking cap

pull up wit the sticks
we gon pull up wit the drum
we gon bang him in his chest
nah he ain't gonna run

wtf??? 
u keep fuckin up
imma show u how it goes
and it won't be fun

ur so useless 
i aint fuckin stupid
im gon lose it
u gon push me off the edge
ur so clueless 
got no fuckin clue bitch
if u talk shit
ima shoot no fuckin aim

cut ur head off ima post it on my fuckin wall
off the drink think my liver finna stop 

they gon fuckin watch and they ain't gon talk
yeah my pockets full but i ain't gon stop

run the track ima run u for ur cash
u gon go home fuckin broke 
and u ain't gon get it back

im too up, u too much
not my fault u fuckin stuck
talkin shit about my song
like bitch i never gave a fuck

cuz i see things through my eyelids
took too much (wtf) fuck this shit
stayin up, im gon get fucking sick
i don't care, im already over it

(this is technically a "re-prod" & tribute to the songs that inspired me, enjoy)

useless (me)

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