Smoking On My Ex Pack ft. Dooley Ridah Lyrics

Oh, see, I ain't playing crazy, uh-huh, I'm back, bitches, Ryder, I ain't clearing up no

Rumors, I just keep all my receipts, crazy how I make a motherfucker, silent when I speak

I ain't been getting Z's, cause I ain't been having peace, most happiest in my dreams

I can't wait for a good sleep, I'm just smoking on my ex, drinking on my pain away, make it

Sunny, but you gotta save it for a rainy day, I shot my shot, step back, hoping my feelings fade

Away, bitches wanna be bought, but I grew up on layaways, fuck putting it on the show, can you

Pull out some chicken, shit don't work out, when you ain't really in the fitness, it's a thousand

Words for every single picture, that's why I put that shit on, they go crazy in my mentions

People say that you can trust them, to that show that you colors, now you disgusted, keep giving

Them chances until it's fucking, start loving yourself, now you don't love me, ain't that a bitch

Generational curses, you gotta break that shit, people try to play you like you stupid, man I

Hate that shit, every single thing threw at me, yeah I ate that shit, came out swinging, got me

Feeling like I'm baking shit, that shit crazy, all the shit I did, I couldn't get a thank you, I

Ain't in the games, but look how you played me, say I cost myself, this how you repay me, that's

Fucked up, Ryder, Ryder