Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
VEXXILLE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VEXXILLE
Composer
SLVG
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SLVG
Producer
Lyrics
My psychiatrist says it's cause I have a big brain
Aye
You already know I'm always fuckin with these bad bitches
I can't stand these other hoes
I don't rally fuck with average
I can never act too nice
They gone try to take advantage
Molly dripping in my mother fuckin mouth
This shit nasty
Shooter caught a fuckin body
Didn't flinch that boy a savage
Yo I never fuckin fold
I won't answer what they asking
I cant fuckin put my cup down I got way too many habits
Why you always trippin?
You ain't getting you no baggage
Had to switch up on my ways
Had to take a different passage
But I'm so fucked up from my past
I cant heal the fuckin damage
Fuck I look like making songs bro I'm only droppin classics
Aye
Yeah yeah yeah yeah okay!
So I'm just gonna sit here waste my fuckin time
I'm mad as fuck
With my lil bitch she ain't a fuckin amateur
She bad as fuck
And I'm just gonnna take all of this money
Fuckin stack it up
It's fuckin with me mentally I think I've had enough bitch
So I'm just gonna sit here waste my fuckin time
I'm mad as fuck
With my lil bitch she ain't a fuckin amateur
She bad as fuck
And I'm just gonnna take all of this money
Fuckin stack it up
It's fuckin with me mentally I think I've had enough bitch
Now I'm gone tell you what you're missin bitch
I don't fuckin miss ya bitch
Was plottin on my opps yeah I was finna hit a lick
And you can tell me that you hate me
I'm a dog, then you's a bitch
How you gone kiss em on the lips when you just sucked my fuckin dick?
Apparently you like that shit
To think I wanted you my shawty
Bitch you make me fuckin sick
Aye
Man fuck that shit
Aye
Gettin lit in the crib with some blow and a bitch
Left my nine on the dresser my nine touch her ribs
I got links on my cuban no ice on my wrist
Cause I'm flexing my tatts ya'll on envious shit
Put the heat to his ribs like a mother fuckin cook out
Send shots from the dark I don't need me a lookout
Boys ain't allowed in the mother fuckin trap house
I told my lil homie no hoes in the trap house
Cause last time a stripper came in here she blacked out
I answer the door with my mother fuckin mack out
I ain't frontin nothin bitch show me the stack now
Bitch I got the blueprint I'm layin the map out
Vro lookin lost need to go get a map
Stay the fuck out my business heard you was a rat
Niggas need methods hit up dirty matt
You ain't a dirty you won't understand
Dirty I'm ballin while you in the stands
5150 don't pull up in vans
I'm parkin my euro on top of your mans
If you wanted my addy right here's where I'm at
Bitch I'm takin a knife to the snakes in the grass
Bro want a feature pay me in advance
We gone put 801 on the face of the map
I'm a new type of rapper, still underground, damn
Man they told me to stand up quit callin me stan
I'm walkin through hell I can see with a vision
I been through the shadows I seen real addiction
Salute to the low life this your benediction
Shout out to the pain, made me change, now I'm different
If you think we alike then you living in fiction
I'm in love with your innocence think I'm addicted
I got demons inside I'm a born fuckin sinner
Yeah like vex on a murder spree
Fuck if they never heard of me
All my boys fuckin militant
Yeah I been addicted to innocence
Ask me where the smokes at
Cock it make em blow back
Catch a fuckin toe tag
Like woah
They don't know that
Go find me where the hoes at
Like bitch I been poppin shit
Yeah it's fuck all my opposites
They all hate when I'm droppin shit
Like boy this is a mockery
Took the cards that I was dealt and then I gambled it
I been movin money I know they can't even handle it
Went and copped a badder bitch
My ex is fuckin mad I took her heart right out her chest
And then I put it on my mantle
Sippin merlot by the candles
I'm addicted to the bando's
I'm addicted to the bando's
I'm addicted to the
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