WaeOutSouf

Yeah

Sippin' on that drink for all these years, feel like I'm dying, slow

Keepin' my head on for all these years, feel like my mind gone

When the money callin' up, up late, so I'm waitin' right there by the phone

I Can not trust none of these bitches? Before I do that, I'll drop my styrofoam

These niggas out here wanna be the astronaut kid, they just my shadow clone

They wanna kick it with the kid on the road to fame, but I'ma ride alone

Two cups, stuffed like Thugger, I'm sippin' on purple all in my styrofoam

I get to the bread and the butter, your bitch wanna come in and fuck under covers

Tell the bitch I don't even much love her, matter of fact, I don't need much trust her