Harvey Dent Lyrics

Guess my mind is a mess, whoa

That's what I got pills for

Glocks up out the window

And this Rick just my plain clothes

Yeah, I rock all black Balenciaga

I feel like I'm in Gotham bitch

And I play with my money, my coin, yeah

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

And I took your bitch home with me, yeah

After this little party ends

I go TLC for the money, yeah

Jump off the shit like Jeff Hardy did

She ask me what I'm on

It's different shows and hoes

And different drugs that I don't know

Said take some more, yeah I suppose

Try and match my drugs, you overdose

Yes you can go now

Me and Z, they ain't seeing us

Just bought some shit you never seen before

I feel like John Cena

I'm like that shirt on the meme back in 2012

Because I been trying to keep calm

Niggas want beef then I got something for you

Like my fucking family from Vietnam

Keep up

Keep going

I'm at the top, King Kong

My bitch serve, ping pong

We at his door, ding dong ditch

Think I lost it

Don't know where my heart

Oh fuck it you heard it already

I be living life like I'm Tommy Vercetti

Hollows get sent and they deadly

Rock that shit, he get stoned to death

Run up on him unload the clip

Not a joke but she still gonna gag

Designer shirts they get thrown in the dirt

Say the price when I tell you my worth

Wearing Kapital always in first

Got a mean streak

I took three E

Had to drop for the PO and it was C3

If you play in my money then you'll be knee deep

I don't even need sleep

I ain't never seen sheep

I'm making hits like a Louisville Slugger

I'm making noise like a baby on planes

Thought she said Kevin before she said love

Because I know this bitch playing a game

Toxic

Rock shit

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

Toxic

Rock shit

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

Toxic

Rock shit

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

Toxic

Rock shit

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

Guess my mind is a mess, whoa

That's what I got pills for

Glocks up out the window

And this Rick just my plain clothes

Yeah, I rock all black Balenciaga

I feel like I'm in Gotham bitch

And I play with my money, my coin, yeah

I feel like I'm Harvey Dent

And I took your bitch home with me, yeah

After this little party ends

I go TLC for the money, yeah

Jump off the shit like Jeff Hardy did

She ask me what I'm on

It's different shows and hoes

And different drugs that I don't know

Said take some more, yeah I suppose

Try and match my drugs, you overdose