Lyrics

Homies couch I'm hung over
Hoes they trying to come over
She want me to skate over
Running shit with no motor
Buy girls shit, be a poser
White as fuck with exposure
Pants round like a poser
Give me the damn controller
We be lit til it's over
Wake up still ain't sober
Darker day til it's over
Everyday we get closer
Bust my ass, then pass the blunt
Stack this shit, no need to stunt
Stack my shit, we here to hunt
Stuck in the mud and take over
Think you need a makeover
Ugly ass stay over
Just pray for me and I'll be praying for your soul there
All these bars in the booth
Yall tell me the truth, yeah
Cause I got the glue, yeah
Tapped into my shoes
I could take your wife
I could play for life
I could take my life, yeah
I could take my life
High as fuck as the kites, yeah
Homies they alright
Here turned it down and
We might stick around
I need a bigger chain, thicker bitch
Fatter house, higher bitch
And we fucking up the stitch
And we fucking do it switch
Under the bridge, hand in the fridge
Under the bridge, hand in the fridge
Under the bridge, under the bridge
Hand in the fridge, hand in the fridge
I remember when you first told me you wanted to leave this place
Told me I need to get away
I remember when you told me to wait
I remember when you told me to stay
I remember when you told me to stay
I remember when you
Smoking on blunts as I'm feeling the pain
Stay out my way, stay out my way
Stay out my way, stay out my
Crazy thing
When the love is gone
And the drugs are done
Who the fuck you call?
When the love is gone
And the drugs are done
Who do you call?
Who do you call?
Written by: Austin Brian Nywening, Austin Turnbull, Bouten Morgan Edward Cave
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