UPS_ Lyrics

You really hate yourself I can tell

But these drugs gon make you feel well

Gotta come down come back to hell

Triple S mystic she cast a spell

My niggas sadistic no soul to sell

Unkies like a golden well

Finish the job I'll pay the bail

Schedule 1 right through the mail

My top unkie livin on edge

Niggas don't wanna fuckup around me walkin on eggs

Always got soldiers around me Neuman a pledge

Ima director Triple s knew her part and played

Ket peakin I'm rollin for the whole fuckin weekend

You had your fuckin time no we again

She usin my dick as a controller wii game

Just watch how I fuckin move I'll teach game

Some niggas born to shoot ain't teach aim

Talkin from da soul it feel like preaching

Talkin from a soul dats below freezing

He ain't make it home talk shit went missing

Niggas internet jokes allat dissing

Yo bitch dirty on her face I'm pissing

Wanna be on my good side they ass kissing

Stopped drinkin wocky I been trissing

Triple S from Ghana like ete s3n

Signed myself keep 100%

Made my own label made my own person

She wanted NOIZ and she was certain

Crushin pills up not drinkin burbon

Off oxy I can't feel My bitch she straight from hell

Ain't shit that I can't sell you really hate yourself I can tell

But these drugs gon make you feel well gotta come down come back to hell

Triple s mysitc she cast a spell my niggas sadistic no soul to sell

Unkies like a golden well finish the job I'll pay da bail

Schedule 1 right through the mail

Want some tabs I got some gel bring up NOIZ it ring some bells

Put my name on it boost your sales

Got my bitch blood diamonds these not from Zales

Got a shooter named Micky throwin shells

All you do is internet beef not inna real world

I got yo bitch in here she goin