May 28th Lyrics

May 28th graduate then prom

She sale that pussy for free that's initial price

I shot my shot at that bitch on a fisher price

Imma stay strapped number two on the bill of rights

Life is a gamble you gotta just roll the dice

Demons not coming they here this the Poltergeist

I am not scared neither trippin cause so is Christ

That drank you selling it's fake & it's overpriced

Po'd that shit up didn't dissolve in yo soda right

Y'all on earth

I'm outer space having solar nights Dior my glasses I don't have a sober sight

Bought her vaneers had to ditch her lil over bite

We got them P's Cali ship them shits over night

Color wheel full of bad bitches don't got a type

Internet gangsters they pussy they gotta type

I hit that bitch didn't text back yeah im kinda trife

That's not a bitch you would marry and make a wife

It do get scary she threatened to take her life

Should I text her & go fix it to make it right

No baby you not my hoe

Got a million won't like your post

Don't follow u can't call me a ghost

Bust down Hoe pussy look like some roast

I'm going up like a infinite slope

On yo period then bring your throat

Pussy bleeding then bring that neck

PSA to labels better call with a check

If somebody owe u better call and collect She say

I'm not right so I'm incorrect

Bitch so thick made my dick erect

Her bodily fluids made my shit eject

100 bad bitches ion know who to select

Lil Glu took the hardaway like Derez

Give out respect disrespect blood shed

June 15th my next court date

May 28th when I graduate

Ion wanna do no features I'm straight

That's not a Rollie that's a Trollie that's fake

Barely give trust cause niggas be snake

Two watches how u still come in late

Sippin on drank just to gain me some weight

She sale that pussy for free that's initial price

I shot my shot at that bitch on a fisher price

Imma stay strapped number two on the bill of rights

Life is a gamble you gotta just roll the dice

Demons not coming they here this the Poltergeist

I am not scared neither trippin cause so is Christ

That drank you selling it's fake & it's overpriced

Po'd that shit up didn't dissolve in yo soda right

Y'all on earth

I'm outer space having solar nights Dior my glasses I don't have a sober sight

Bought her vaneers had to ditch her lil over bite

We got them P's Cali ship them shits over night

Color wheel full of bad bitches don't got a type

Internet gangsters they pussy they gotta type

I hit that bitch didn't text back yeah im kinda trife

That's not a bitch you would marry and make a wife

Hol up wait, Dirty Tay naw Ian dumb

I'm locked in while y'all have fun

Second alphabet can't have my son

Mini lil Drac wit a 100 round drum

Say she on her period bring her tongue

Say Call her back when I finish this song

But who knows I might be gone

May 28th graduate then prom

I might be gone I might be gone