DEATH OF ME

Forcing lips with a torn up chick
Then everybody start shaking when I flip out abyss
See, the blade stay tucked when he kissing the barrel of the Glock
All my guns got long arms like a clock, nigga
Ay, ay, ay
Humpty Dumpty, bitch go «Oh»
She hop in the whip with some coke in her nose
Got a fifth of Vodka and I’m drunk as a hoe
But she quick to suck the dick
Her ego got her thinkin' like
Woah, oh
I don’t need no boat
I don’t need no fake friends, I got weed to smoke
I got 99 problems, one’s deep in her throat
And another bad bitch is just waiting to float
Like woah
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound sick of all the screams of hell?
If you live life on repeat, you’re in a living hell
You try to drain me of my pride and I can’t conform
So, be like your friends and take a whiff of the chloroform, ay
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)
Do I sound angry? (Aye)
I’m not angry (Aye)