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I just wanna die with a fat stack
Gotta go out gotta grab dat
Hunnit Xanax in a backpack hoe
Just back the fuck up or I'll slash my throat
And we putting down bets but there aint no vote, I Be smashing them drugs put that shit in my nose
And my neck's not tied I be hung from my toes, with my wrists all cut, bled dry and it goes
I be sippin while I'm chillin, burning weed and im still billing, I be taking what I'm given Boy this aint amoxicillin, got the time that I be killing, bad influence on the kids and I be Hoping that I glisten when I'm chilling in the crypts and be dead but I be living, I be ill
And I really wanna pop another pill
If I'm paying then you best cut a deal
Cuz I like it when the numbs what I feel ya get me
Post em online with a hashtag
Multiple pints in a black bag
They can't even come close can't match my flow
But if you really wanna try come test me bro
We be coming up fast ain't moving slow
Got them tabs in my pocket for when I get low
With the knowledge in my brain, dark shit I know
Adding lean into my drink it make my heart beat slow Yuh
Cutting on my wrists make a pool
And I Pop a fake bar like a fool
Blacking out fall into the wall
No xans in the bottle took them all yuh