Bad Vibes

I ain't looking for no closure to death I'm getting closer, told momma "you know I'm trying" your son getting older, I'm built for this shit, you raised a fuckin' soldier, tell that hoe to get up out the trap, she ain't fuckin', this shit gettin' older

Pop Percs and now my mind gone, you don't know the time I'm on, I had a dream, I left lil' bruh with a headstone, I sip lean and now my motherfuckin' head gone, some be off about these hoes, I sholl don't trust a redbone, what he on I get them gone, this lil' hoe playin' on my phone, I get high as fuck on lean I don't wanna talk, just leave me alone, she like, boy, what the fuck you mean, told her, I don't wanna fuck, just give me dome

ridin' on a opp block, told your bitch ass don't make no song, I don't drop a diss, we slide bout it fuck that nigga ride bout it heard that song I don't wanna talk just wait til we collide bout it wanna beef about some pussy hope that shit really worth dying bout it told her, I'm from Atlanta, baby girl, I go widebody, came out of jail declined yo call and now yo ass mad momma say you need to calm down, you worser than your dad, momma say son, calm down, know I get on they ass spin back to back until my ass get dizzy please don't make me mad

just punch me in

I'll be on my way in 5, tell that lil' boy, drop the lo, know a nigga that went on live, talmat he don't want smoke Nomo its too late you already died catch your ass, you on the floor, what the fuck is a TBL, we on that side, tryna up the sco tell li twin, hop out the V, you don't get no points tryna shoot up out the window, and that's on me, ridin' with Poles up in this ride, tryna hop out, put some to sleep, nigga, know I be with the guys, can't come around if you don't creep,

make a move I love to tweak

Leave some dead I'm fucked up in the head, mama say, son, you gotta cool down on taking meds I don't know this lil' hoe name, but she want me up in her bed, what the fuck she on close the back door, point the gun to her head, okay, I ain't got no filter, for no bitch, I'll pop the sister and the brudda had to ditch the drac I was mad as fuck, but went and got another, Almost popped this hoe I don't give no fuck, I don't play by my lil' brother, better fall back, I don't get no fuck, I don't play about my mother, I got too much money, on me , I slide with cutters, I don't give no fuck, I'll pop your homie, that shit be nothing, probably riding around with a

Glocky on me, attach the button, that boy sweet, he a whole fuckin' phony, he ain't talmat nun

Aye say B5, go ahead and spin, when you get back, spin again, she thought I just made sad music, make you hop up in the car, commit a sin boy, this shit gettin' crazy and crazy, I don't even trust my kin, she want me to make a love song, baby, I make drill music, I go put these gloves on, fuck around, let the pills do it,

Unlock my door, tryna hop up out this car and smack some for li wop, know that I be trippin', we ain't done till some end up on fox real deal trench, nigga, mama know I'm a problem child