Yeah hop up in the space, coupe

I've been lane switching now she with that lame fool

Cause my bitch she be fuckin' with that

lame dude

Yeah I've spending dollars go to Cancun

Yeah, fuck it, in the morning we gon' land blue

Yeah, lately I've been chillin

And every single day I've been on a mission Yeah, I'm tryna find myself

Yeah, I'm tryna find my sound

Yeah, I'm tryna make it well

And lately I've been gon' through hell

Yeah, that shit that we do, it ain't proper

She would do anything for a dollar

Yeah, she always come slidin' when I holler

Anything that I want, she about it

She about it it

Whole day I'm fuckin' busy, only get few money

Just be passin' pills in back, tons of different honeys

She suck me like a Dyson, I just wanna die son

Only had a few fun, I ain't even just cum

She wanna run with the wolves

She wanna run with the wolves

Yuh

She wanna run with the wolves

Yo bitch I don't even fuck with your shit no more

Got me feeling down, slit my wrist some more

Double cup the lean, test my piss you know

Been an addict, since I six you hoe

I don't miss you hoe

You just want some money

All these bros fake

All these bitches fake

I just take my cup land make some love

I don't really need much

I just need my drugs

Bottom of the bottles, where I find my sorrow