cheddr shreddr

Get the fuck back to the crib baby come home

Spinnin' up off of a tab swimming in chrome

I had to get the fuck off of the pages

Buddy pull up on me, took a dive in the pavement

'Boutta go fuck this playlist

Forty-five-hundred on sheets, wrapping my face in the paper

I won't even see till tomorrow, won't even see you till later

My bitch said I need to go to church, don't give a fuck about praying

These drugs got me stronger than god, think I could win against satan

This bitch is gon' ruin my life, fuck it I'm all out of patience

I could close my eyes for the rest of my life I'm still thinkin' 'bout you

And this bitch so loud gon' blow my high, gon' fuck my mood