fuck Lyrics

Meow

Yuh

Yes I been depressed, I'll admit it

I don't send her texts, I'll admit it

Pull up to the spot, up in it

Yeah, pull up to the spot, boy we in it

Pull up with a pole, shoot ya fitted

Lately I been thinking 'bout 'em digits

I don't think I'm cut out for the market

Betty boo, you ain't cut out for the darkness

New switch blade, run up with the sharpness

Sometimes it sucks being an artist

Sometimes I don't wanna be an artist

Yuh, I don't wanna live, I'll be honest

Ay, I don't wanna live, I'll be honest

Ay, I don't wanna fuck, we just talking

Ay, I don't wanna

Ay, I don't wanna

Ay, I don't wanna pull up to your party

K.A.S.O.B. Bitch, I'm with it

Me and muffin shooting up yo party

She said "Do you love me?" I said "Hardly"

Smoking on this purple, look like barney

Crop 'em out this shit, like I'm farming

This summer was a bitch, it was scarring

Ay, yuh

k like yea

It's getting hot in this hell that I call life

I'm sick of thinkin of death, I wanna feel alive

Everyday getting left, I wanna feel right

I saw the summer get dark, but how'd they dim light?

All these battles that I'm in, when I didn't wanna fight

Yah, yah

Yah, yah

Nothings fair, but its best if I keep quiet

I cant believe what I lost, it was all mine

Thought this bitch was a friend, then I realized

When you come back from that place, I hope you fucking die

'Cause all that petty shit you pulled, I paid ten times

And I'm like...for what, and why?

These motherfuckers on my dick, it's almost all the time

I'll really up at 'em, take 'em to a better life

I'm full of rage, and I ain't talking 'bout the Carti-kind