Synical! ft. kaygee & Tristan Zarka Lyrics

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visuals

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visuals

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable (Finish!)

(Woah, woah, bitch I'm cynical)

Like he said- I don't wanna talk

Bitch I'm cynical

Please say shit to my face

I like to get physical

I can't put two and two together

Been fucked up since like 4

Watch said 30:68

So fucking high I walk all 4s

I'm just stepping in the building

And the ground is fucking shaking

Can't believe it, bitch I made it

To my plug before 10:80

Bitch my vision 720p

My blunt is in my lefty

I been trolling catch you later

I don't really need a whore

Leave lock the door

Keep it locked

I'm drinking more

I drink a lot

Until I (Stop)

Until I stop

Until I stop (Until I start)

I think I turned it up too much

I feel I'm high

Feel my problem

Can I give a fuck

(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like burning up)

I give no fucks

Time to turn it up

(If you not here to suck this dick then why u pullin' up)

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical (Yh!)

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visualsu

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visuals

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable (Ahh!)

Remember I used to have nowhere to go

Nobody calling my phone

I had to struggle alone

So when I get rich

I did this shit on my own

Leave me alone

I don't know what you expect

You gotta show me respect

Chrome heart on my bitch

Boy you talking tough

Sending hollows through your neck

(Ya) Ya, ya

Hop in a Rarri, I'm making it serve

Too many percs, I'm slurring my words

Feeling her body she making me nervous

Ya

I just fucked her out of service (Ah!)

No this ain't lust that pussy perfect

Ya

Ya I'm making money bitch I'm rocking bape

If I want your bitch I might nut on her face

Police behind me they must wanna race

I might have OCD, yeah

Perfection's all I make

Stuff like 10 racks in my Subi jeans

I like counting fuck a bank

Feel my problem

Can I give a fuck

(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like burning up)

I give no fucks

Time to turn it up

(If you not here to suck this dick then why you pullin' up)

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visuals

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag

The pussy was pitiful

Too many drugs inside my body

Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)

Fuck a trip I pop a perc

I don't like visuals

All my opps dead I don't go quick

I make it miserable

And it is what it is

Take a pic

And give it up lil shawty

And I just need a fix

Ba-baby we can get naughty

Is that what you taught me

I said that I'm sorry

Cause is that what you want

And if that's what you want

Well then I'm done

Kicked you to the curb

And I never said enough

But I'm in love

Oh, so heavenly

Someone I can trust uh- uh- uh- uh

Nd oh FUCK

I've had enough

All these symptomatic problems

Are you running out of lust

And this ain't something you ain't ever do

But I keep going uh- u- up

And I keep running digits and you don't

That's cause you su- su- suck

And now I laugh when I'm winning

I got a smile, I keep grinning

And you got left out, yuh

Cause we know that