livid Lyrics

Tryna to write my thoughts down and I burn my page

I'm frustrated, trauma got updated This shit not staged, can't make it up

Shit, we done picked flamers up, nigga, read our rage

Everything's everything til it ease my pain Let's get it on, shit, I ain't got brittle

bones, niggas ain't gon' get me long Right now my feelings low, I'm finna go get

a loan After a couple shots, think you feel smoke

But that shit come with your soul Spend another night with a dirty pipe and

a bitch you don't really know Fantasizing better than actualizing, this

life they glamorizing You was outside with them fraternizing, the

enemy, now you chronic I'm the type , nigga, cant even come around you

If we ain't got the same problems

Got a couple niggas I'd risk it all for and ,we don't got the same mama

Look, if he come back from this, then he ain't got the same doctor

They looking for us shit, I'm off the mix, but we using the same product

I told the bitch, if she wake up feeling low, that mean I woke up and weighed my options

Her next experience, a outer body, I feel like she trying line me

No, she don't care about me, she still gon' suck your sloppy, nigga

Bitch looked up at me, smiling, talking about I ain't know about it

I'm the type of nigga that'll see the bitch after that and still act like I don't know about her

I'm the type of hoes that'll have the next sucker thinking he the only one getting swallowed

Here today, gone tomorrow, heard he caught some hollows

Everybody think they macho, till they need a poncho

Rain on them, they a even change on you, they put your name on them

Remain focused, leave a hoe face smoking when I squeeze my flame thrower

These hoes be waiting on me, you a think I gave them money

Dick all in the tummy, I'ma fuck a bitch till she love me

Foul shit, wild shit, make me gummy, it's a couple of these hoes Touchy

Finna join the Me too, it's a couple of these hoes drugged me

Found out my brother changed, he be with them names

You know I snake the snakes, all Debuts getting paid

Old phone like a cemetery, heart skip a bit when I read names

Few of them still breathing, I'ma pissed for a real reason

Tried to write my thoughts down, but I burnt my page

I'm frustrated, trauma got updated, this shit not staged

Can't make it up, shit, we done picked flamers up, they gon' read our rape

Everything's everything, till it ease my pain

Let's get it on, shit, I ain't got brittle bones, niggas ain't gon' get me long

Right now my feelings low, but I'm finna go get a loan

After a couple shines, think you feel some more, but that shit come with your soul

Spend another night with a dirty pipe and a bitch you don't really know