Tugboat Lyrics

God damn

What the hell is wrong with you?

Think I give a fuck I hop in the limousine and pour up

Everything I do fashionably like how I showed up

I'm late to every function pulled up club already know us

Cr3scent on my body bodies drop from what I roll up

I stink like a motherfucker I don't give a fuck though

Think when you talking let the forearm get to cut throat

Sink to the bottom while your bitch act like a tugboat

Blink you're a goner marijuana in my lungs hoe

Never gave a damn I could never be a beaver

I'm mixing the chronic got indica and sativa

Higher than a bitch off three percs I got a fever

And my heater Stephen Curry cross you over mix your feet up

Ha ha ha ha ha

Bitch I'm laughing to the grave

Point a pistol to my temple with a smile on my face

Shawty tells me that I'm sweet I think she wants to get a taste

I said sorry baby I can't find the time to fornicate

Yeah

I can't stand to see myself in the mirror like this

Water weight my body swells i'm throwing up in five minutes

Rapidly declining health no one come to my assist

Changing sizes on my belt nothing I buy ever fits

I'm so sick of it

I got a bitch that's throwing fits in the front seat of a Porsche

By these prefaces about the shit you did, I got no remorse

No reward

Nothing that we had was yours

So don't pack your bags aboard you'll see me when I go on tour

I'm talking center fold

Bitch I'm dripping head to toe

If I end it all tonight I bet you that they'll never know

And I bet when they find out they're gon' act like they can't let it go

Remember bitch it's P H R E Y L A tryna help you cope

Yeah

It's Phreyla bitch

Get used to it