Awful Lotta Cough Syrup

Deuce, four, eights, I don't drank but this shit on me Awful lotta Cough

Innocent until I'm proven guilty according to the law

It ain't my fault, they wasn't tryna compete, I won it by default

Block me on my main, don't give a fuck I'm hopping on my alt

Nobody can tell me how to feel or what the fuck I thought

No, we ain't never gon' see eye to eye, you don't see all in all

Wouldn't hoop with you, you cap about cash I know you lie on ball

And why it's always when you turn the victim, you try to call out pause

Broke then a joke, wouldn't even waste my breath laughing at you

Wouldn't put it past you moving creep and then playing it casual

Maps tripping, trying to get me robbed on MLK the avenue