(prod. Saint Urya)



Lyrics: 

Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy 



Roll the window down
Just to kick my fucking feet up

Rolling up the loud
It kinda smell like diarrhea 

Ask if I’m lil shook
I said its kinda nice to meet ya

Talking on my squad
Then you gon have to greet the heater 



Buying all this weed
But I still care about my paper

I don’t give a fuck about
A single fucking hater

Making all this music
Probably waking up my neighbors 

Knocking on my door
But I’m not coming out till later



Phone on DND
No I’m not dealing with the drama

Beat yo fucking ass
And now your running to your mama

Chilling on my block
I feel like Sosa with the llama

Worried bout my life
But I’m just worried bout my commas



Hit a fucking lick 
And now it’s getting fucking messy

Had to take a break
Because my chest is feeling heavy 

Had to pick it because
A pussy wanna test me

Anything just to get
My fucking pockets heavy



Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy 



Roll the window down
Just to kick my fucking feet up

Rolling up the loud
It kinda smell like diarrhea 

Ask if I’m lil shook
I said its kinda nice to meet ya

Talking on my squad
Then you gon have to greet the heater 



Buying all this weed
But I still care about my paper

I don’t give a fuck about
A single fucking hater

Making all this music
Probably waking up my neighbors 

Knocking on my door
But I’m not coming out till later



Phone on DND
No I’m not dealing with the drama

Beat yo fucking ass
And now your running to your mama

Chilling on my block
I feel like Sosa with the llama

Worried bout my life
But I’m just worried bout my commas



Hit a fucking lick 
And now it’s getting fucking messy

Had to take a break
Because my chest is feeling heavy 

Had to pick it because
A pussy wanna test me

Anything just to get
My fucking pockets heavy



Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy

READY (prod. Saint Urya)

PROD @SKOTSKR

BITCH I GOT NO THOUGHTS. NOTHING IN MY BRAIN BUT BUZZ
SEND NO SHOTS. U A BOT AND U STAY CAPPING WHAT THE FUCK DUDE
FUCKED MOOD BECAUSE I GET NO REST I AM A SLUT WHO
MAKE SOME SHITTY MUSIC WITH BEATS FROM YOUTUBE 

In my tomb but then i wake up, get my fucking bfg
Shit like doom except i got a pink wrap airsoft 223
If you buy a feature thats ur money down the drain 
Thats a rule! I stay screaming and it keep my throat in pain!

picking beats off youtube, eenie meenie minie moe 
C C Catch another fade like catchin kitties by the toes
Who you fuckin with its dotty dotty dotty dotflow
Dat hoe, faggot fat ass slacker with a longbow

IF U WANNA FUCK ME U SHOULD WAIT ANOTHER DAY
THAT WAS GAY YES I KNOW IT IM A FAGGOT OFF THE WEED
FAGGOT OUGHTA HEED,  MARIJUANA SEED IS WHAT THEY SAY
IM ADDICTED TO CONSTRICT THEY THROAT TIL THEY CAN’T FUCKIN BREATHE

BITCH I GOT NO THOUGHTS. NOTHING IN MY BRAIN BUT BUZZ
TOO MUCH BASS, THAT DISTORTION TURN MY RAPPING INTO FUZZ
AND THAT BASS IS ALWAYS CLIPPING SO I’M CALLIN MY SHIT SKUZZ
YOU STAY CODDLED UP FEELINGS BOTTLED UP ITS SAD AS FUCK

THAT GIRL MAKE ME FANTASIZE FEEL LIKE ERIC D O A 
-------THICC THIGHS MAKE A FUCKER WANNA PRAYYY
SHOUTOUT TO MY GIRLFRIEND WHO I DO NOT CALL MY BAE
Y’ALL DON’T GET IT WHEN I’M SCREAMING THAT I’M REALLY FUCKING GAY

BITCH I GOT NO THOUGHTS I STAY EMPTY IN MY HEAD 
IF I PULL UP TO YOUR CRIB YOU GONNA HAVE A BROKEN BED
YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL IT TEETH THO INSTEAD OF FUCKING HEAD 
I CAN'T THINK BUT I CAN FEEL THAT SHIT FELT LIKE GETTING BLED LIKE A PIG 

NO THOUGHTS I STAY EMPTY IN MY HEAD 
IF I PULL UP TO YOUR CRIB YOU GONNA HAVE A BROKEN BED
YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL IT TEETH THO INSTEAD OF FUCKING HEAD 
I CAN'T THINK BUT I CAN FEEL THAT SHIT I ALREADY SAID

DRAINAGE (PROD. MIST UNKNOWN)

Anthony Astronaut