I grind it more I like to get this money Like my bitches better by the two Sometimes i think they really out to get me Nowadays I got too much to lose (Ha) I don´t fuck with people, probably sketchy
Finger on the trigger like it´s glue Loving me got you all so confused
Everybody dead to me, apocalyptic All of my guns got lasers, they futuristic Caught so many bodies, you just another statistic I can´t stop poppin´ them pills cause i´m nihilistic The expectations that you have for me not realistic Caught me cheating with my ex and you went ballistic (Ah) Going up in that space coupe