Forensics Couldn't Even Explain This Lyrics

Aye

Big gas what I smoke

Yung Heartstopper baby I don't gotta cut throats

(Buck)

She a freak under the sheets like a ghost

Unavailable emotionally only want hoes

Like bitch right now I'm tryna chill

Off a couple pills

Hit the plug up for some Klonopin the doctor says I'm ill

Uh uh

What's the deal

Bitch I keep it real

I ain't in it for the money wipe my ass with dollar bills

Bad goth momma know she gon' put it on me

I'm a skinny mothafucka like my women nice and bony

See the difference between me and you is you rent it to own it

I buy that hoop-d out cash then I drive it like I stole it

(Buck)

What the fuck you fucking ducking for?

Sent shots to your dome but no one was home

Big nuts hanging low like a fucking bull

Fuck everybody I'm fucked I'll put that shit in fucking bold

When I die God gonna resurrect me

I swear I got a gift my dad and momma blessed me

Addictive genes I got tussin in my Miss Me's

Take anything you got my life's too motherfucking messy

I'm plotting sabotage

Taking what's mine

I'm barely scraping by

Still dreaming of dollar signs

Shawty hit my line told me I'm one of a kind

I said that's public information you can look me up online