13 reasons Lyrics

I just stepped in hunnid k large

Bad ass bitch sitting in my car

One of them foreign ones push to start

Shawty took my soul and she bruised my heart

I got thirteen reasons why I should fly

I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die

Weed ain't shit

Need perc's for high

Twenty-one vibes to the telly

They slide

I couldn't call yo down at my lowest

Why would I pick up in the sky

Said you my bro but in truth you folded

Speak on my name you best not lie

Gah dam I'm mad I spilled this drank

Who is you?! it's God I thank

My bitch bad she fine my kink

Got Pretty pussy it's so pink (Fourty seven)

Twenty-one bands on pants on Gucci

Young and I'm turnt I feel like tunechi

Niggas talk loud but it mean nun too me

Money on big yeah money on 'sumi'

Just did my dance did my corvette

You right there come give me neck

Bad ass bitch I broke her back

Broke her back she dam near dead

It has always been fuck school

Didn't go to class, didn't have no lead

I used to play ball act a fool but now I make songs that bump your head

Fuck jail I'd rather get a bag instead

Got a mask on when ion got no bread

I don't know why that boy tried me

Lol now we both dead

Got a ski on cause we slide like sled

Fuck these boys they pigs they feds

Might just spend this check on my wrist

Or just spend this check on your head

Every night I bow my head

Thank you God I'm alive not dead

I poured a x in the lean Tried to boot up

But Instead I lost my sense

I make dollars not no sense

Bill for brunch it cost yo rent

Give that shit up like it's lent

In my world like a tent

These boys they just got me fucked up

These boys got me bent

Fourty seven bitch I lucked up

My bitch heaven sent

Once you go head run yo racks up

They'll be mad as hell

I just stepped in hunnid k large

Bad ass bitch sitting in my car

One of them foreign ones push to start

Shawty took my soul

And she bruised my heart

I got thirteen reasons why i should fly

I bet could bet 5 racks that you gone die

Weed ain't shit

Need perc's for high

Twenty-one vibes to the Tally

They slide

I couldn't call yo down at my lowest

Why would I pick up in the sky

Said you my bro but In truth you folded

Speak on my name

You best not lie