April 3rd Lyrics

Life a mess and I'm still fucking feeling myself

Getting bags fucking chasing that shit for my wealth well being

I don't need to fuck a bitch she cumming when I'm singing

Gold hoops bounce in my ears hear them clinging

Don't hit my phone I don't want no ringing

She gave me the cyclone almost made me clingy

Used to want to die for her told her she could kick it

I won't do shit for a bitch who isn't with it

Hardest out the 5 boy I made that shit my mission

I cook my opps we can take it to the stove

She wants my kids I just met her at the show

I got no friends only fucking with my foes

Just robbed his Benz like she stole my soul

If he want beef I'ma shove it in his throat

My stomachs mud yeah I pour 4s

Fucking up her guts said she like me more

I been in the cut feel like god I'm lord

She can kick rocks I don't stress no whore

I turn her off she turns me on

Shit don't feel right ever since you're gone

She burns my eyes like she's the sun

I'ma go blind tryna fix our love

You moved so wrong I lost my trust

Come prove me wrong I'll pull my gun

I set him up jugged him up and ran

I'll never grow up kinda feel like Peter Pan

Sank down in the mud yeah I've been in the sand

His shit so trash that it's going in the can

Smoke him til he ashes fuck your mans

This pack so fye that it made me hit a dance

He still want problems you don't got a chance

Fanta in my bottle shit be going ham