I don’t got Versace, I don’t got no Gucci, no Louis Vuitton
I pick up my phone and I hit up the plug I said «yo is you on?»
I had a lil barbie that claim that she loved me, I proved that bitch wrong
I guess I’m a loser, they look at my sideways like «what is you on?»
But bitch don’t get me wrong
I got me some money and got me some hoes but it don’t be enough no one love me
for long
I guess they only love you til your next check
Hope it don’t be too long
Smoking these blunts, sippin drink w my best friends
When they’re sober they’re gone
I got a feeling like my life been missing I feel like its somewhere else
All of these feelings are fillin my thoughts with uncertainty, don’t need help
I went to church with my momma the preacher just told me ill burn in hell
Ain’t never needed nobody alone I live alone I burn in hell
Shawty loved me for bars
Ain’t it ironic I wrote a song bout it now shawty wan fuck me cause of xanny
bars
This life a bitch &I'm ready to fuck her
My shit gettin hard
Loser lil jit but but my noise come with numbers
Like a fuckin alarm
I don’t got Versace, I don’t got no Gucci, no Louis Vuitton
I pick up my phone and I hit up the plug I said «yo is you on?»
I had a lil barbie that claim that she loved me, I proved that bitch wrong
I guess I’m a loser, they look at my sideways like «what is you on? »