Lyrics

I could be the one that she call when the shit get hectic
And I'm bringing out the gang on stage for the muh fuckin setlist
Got pills got weed got shrooms needa muh fuckin checklist damn 
I really hit a bit from the back going hard wit a whole cigarette lit yeee 
Bitch I'm the truth I get disgusting, I gotta make sure that they know it's real 
I want some bass on my shit call it over kill, who the fuck do you know forreal 
Bitch, they tryna clone me 
All the copy cats and the phonies 
Tell the fake hoes they can blow me 
Muh fucka you don't really know me 
I got imaginary friend, I call him drop dead Fred 
He takes the blame for all the different crazy thangs that I did 
I've been tryna break away from this prison I'm in 
But I need blue prints so I can get the fuck out my head 
Tryna pass the time so I'm passing blunts 
Ima make her regret tryna pass me up 
Yea I heard what you said don't dap me up
Y'all fake as fuck you wouldn't back me up 
Really bouta take off I'm packing up 
64bit on the track wassup 
Woe there ima black out the sun 
We all gon pay for they shit they done 
I could be the one that she call when the shit get hectic
And I'm bringing out the gang on stage for the muh fuckin setlist
Got pills got weed got shrooms needa muh fuckin checklist damn 
I really hit a bit from the back going hard wit a whole cigarette lit yeee 
Anti christ on the instrumental 
When I catch my vibe, it be sentimental 
I just set the bar on accidental 
You should pay attention to my fundamentals like
I ain't got shit to say, to a bitch act fake on a different day aye 
Brody just missed a vein, pissed he ain't getting that fix today 
Cut em off cut em off then 
They finna start up a mosh pit 
I could see it coming I called it 
If she throw it at me I caught it 
Gasoline in my pocket 
When I roll it up I'm coughin 
Riding round wit a rocket 
Let em spray paint my coffin 
I could be the one that she call when the shit get crazy, baby play with me never 
This shit getting old, but I'm getting better 
When she get upset it's gon fuck up the weather 
She said that she loved me but I didn't let her 
She said that she loved me but I didn't let her
Fuck is you on 
I could do worse my own bitch 
Fuck is you on, fuck is you on
I could do worse on my own bitch, yeah
Written by: Garrett Whitlow
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