Unaesthetic Feelings Lyrics

I Fuck with the baddest bitches, not mad at bitches, for fucking with me

Baby tried sneaking me in, we fuck in the crib

She tell me I put her to sleep I know shit go through the wall

I'm trying not to fall, so I start to hold up her feet

Baby start sucking my soul, knew what she was on

Proceeded to nut on her teeth, Roll up a three-five, now I feel like Durant

Finna get so high, I don't get mad when a bitch lie

Cause the bitch gon' be mad when I leave her side

It's still some drugs that I ain't try, But I don't plan on it cause, I don't wanna die

Never in my life played both sides, I'm just gon' have to leave cause I can't decide

Niggas just mad that I'm laid up Tell a bitch ass nigga do something, get his

Paper up She tell me shit that be made up

But I just go with it, she don't know I hate her

This a crazy ultimatum You don't fuck on me, now you can't fuck on

Me later I fade away, feel like Kobe

Then go smoke on a zip like my real name was Tatum

And she get mad when she don't sleep I don't know why she question the drugs I take

Took interest in my homie I don't look for no love, all that shit be fake

I pop my shit still regardless You not getting me back, I know that make you

Ache I been a fatback for the cheddar

Baby mama, we eating go get you a plate, I Fuck with the baddest bitches, not mad at bitches for fucking with me, baby tried sneaking me in We fuck in the crib, she tell me I put her to sleep

I know shit go through the wall, I'm trying not to fall, so I start to hold up her feet

Baby start sucking' my soul, knew what she was on

Proceeded to nut on her teeth, I-I-I can't sleep, can't compete

With niggas that want me under sheets Six feet deep, I'm smokin' Exotic till I can't see

I can't peep the hoes that come around To fuck with me

So ugly, inside Bad lil' bitch tryna fuck under sheets

Bad lil' bitch tryna sleep under me Bad lil' bitch got her hands I'm my jeans

She moanin' my name, she beggin' me please I'm in A Wagon, you know I'm a G

White nail polish, I suck on her feet We ran him down and we made him Run track

It was really his casket, what he meant to meet