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{intro}
((?...) on the beat)
Yeah
{chorus}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be (nah)
So fuck it, my stomach is full of the henny
Whenever i kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how i switch it up (up)
{verse 1}
I need a bad lil' bitch who think she perfect, get high on whatever i'm serving
Then put dick in her cervix (uh, yuh)
Put a mask on we purgin' (uh)
Put a mask on, we servin' purple, bitch, i said it on purpose (yup)
And now, we don't get nervous (uh)
Up all night, 'til the sun resurfacе, bitch, i don't get nervous (nah, um)
Might hit a lick for a couple of pеas, my nigga just told me i'm trippin'
I'm buggin' whenever i run out of lean (huh)
Bad lil' bitch, i need me another one, fuck it, she suck it with ease (what else? what else? what else? oh yeah)
And i got a cold heart, "why?" (why?)
'cause it match by bitch (what else? damn)
And she ride my waist like mario kart
Money on the side of my waist like a new .45
My old shit dumb, my new shit raw (raw)
My old shit dumb (dumb), and my new shit raw (raw)
(hahahahahaha)
{bridge}
God damn, it's the perfect tape, watch this, yeah yeah
((?...) on the beat)
{chorus}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be
So fuck it, my stomach is full of the henny
Whenever i kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how i switch it
Just watch how i switch it, with a blade to his neck
My competition is nothing
I gut 'em and leave 'em to hang in the trees
But i'm not into nothin', i'm lovin' the blood as it drip on the leaves (i love it)
These niggas are dummies, ah-uh (these niggas are)
These niggas are really dummies (haha, i love 'em, ha), i see it for real (hahahaha)
{bridge?}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty (empty), my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be
And none of y'all know how i be on the daily (duck), thoughts goin' crazy
Ugh, ugh, ugh (mm-mm, yeah, what else?)
What else? (damn)
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling (fuck it, i'm—), and none of y'all know how i be
And none of y'all know how i be
{outro}
Fuck it, i'm done
Shh, hahaha, let's go (my old shit dumb, my new shit raw, huh)
Murderin' all these niggas, bzzt-bzzt-bzzt, metaphorically, of course (my old shit dumb, my new shit raw, put that on god)
Next, mm-hmph, i'm up right now
I'm— this is a great day, for makin' music
This is a great day, for makin' music
One more take, one more take
{intro}
((?...) on the beat)
Yeah
{chorus}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be (nah)
So fuck it, my stomach is full of the henny
Whenever i kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how i switch it up (up)
{verse 1}
I need a bad lil' bitch who think she perfect, get high on whatever i'm serving
Then put dick in her cervix (uh, yuh)
Put a mask on we purgin' (uh)
Put a mask on, we servin' purple, bitch, i said it on purpose (yup)
And now, we don't get nervous (uh)
Up all night, 'til the sun resurfacе, bitch, i don't get nervous (nah, um)
Might hit a lick for a couple of pеas, my nigga just told me i'm trippin'
I'm buggin' whenever i run out of lean (huh)
Bad lil' bitch, i need me another one, fuck it, she suck it with ease (what else? what else? what else? oh yeah)
And i got a cold heart, "why?" (why?)
'cause it match by bitch (what else? damn)
And she ride my waist like mario kart
Money on the side of my waist like a new .45
My old shit dumb, my new shit raw (raw)
My old shit dumb (dumb), and my new shit raw (raw)
(hahahahahaha)
{bridge}
God damn, it's the perfect tape, watch this, yeah yeah
((?...) on the beat)
{chorus}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be
So fuck it, my stomach is full of the henny
Whenever i kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how i switch it
Just watch how i switch it, with a blade to his neck
My competition is nothing
I gut 'em and leave 'em to hang in the trees
But i'm not into nothin', i'm lovin' the blood as it drip on the leaves (i love it)
These niggas are dummies, ah-uh (these niggas are)
These niggas are really dummies (haha, i love 'em, ha), i see it for real (hahahaha)
{bridge?}
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty (empty), my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how i be
And none of y'all know how i be on the daily (duck), thoughts goin' crazy
Ugh, ugh, ugh (mm-mm, yeah, what else?)
What else? (damn)
Woke up in a coffin, i'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling (fuck it, i'm—), and none of y'all know how i be
And none of y'all know how i be
{outro}
Fuck it, i'm done
Shh, hahaha, let's go (my old shit dumb, my new shit raw, huh)
Murderin' all these niggas, bzzt-bzzt-bzzt, metaphorically, of course (my old shit dumb, my new shit raw, put that on god)
Next, mm-hmph, i'm up right now
I'm— this is a great day, for makin' music
This is a great day, for makin' music
One more take, one more take