guts Lyrics

Bad bitch call my phone

But she cant even get nothing

I'm walkin in the store I spent like 50 bands now

And I know she hate my guts cause she dont even pick up

And he cant even top me, blood all on my white tee

I got drugs all in my system, I cant even get up

She said she doesnt want me, Girl you know you messed up

In a few months you gon call my phone cause you know that im next up

And he aint ever gon be me cause he cant even flex up

And when I call up on ur phone girl u dont even pick up

And this perc it got me moving slow girl I cant even get up

fr, fr

Got some blood up on my shirt and I cant even feel nun

Im smoking weed from mexico, I get the pounds from cuba

And im smoking hella presha thats how they make the diamonds

Bad bitch call my phone

But she cant even get nothing

I'm walkin in the store I spent like 50 bands now

And I know she hate my guts cause she dont even pick up

And he cant even top me, blood all on my white tee