Lowk3y wanna die lyrics

[Intro]
(X8)
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my b*tch she don't know where I'm at, b*tch, I'm up in the sky
Give a f*ck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these n*ggas was frontin' way back, n*gga, look at you now
n*gga, look me at now, look at you now

[Verse]
Choppa give 'em new smiles, and it's giving new frowns
When we walk in that b*tch, what you finna' do now?
I know I'm a lil' sick, sick, sick, I still ain't tryin' go into hell
Uh, oh
I had a hard time letting that [?] go, oh
Sipping this pain up in this fashion, oh
BB, Ricky, LV glasses, oh
Walk in the spot and she taking her clothes off
I got my gun and them racks, told that b*tch "Keep the door closed"
b*tch, you can't come in my circle, its closed off
They don't want beef, 'cause they vegan, they kous kous
It get nasty like coleslaw
n*gga, this sh*t could get nasty like coleslaw
They like, "Lunch, where you go?"
They like, "Lunch, where you been?"
I said, "b*tch, I been home"
I been recording these hits, I ain't telling a soul
And if I send bro on a hit, I know they ain't telling a soul
[Chorus]
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my b*tch she don't know where I'm at, b*tch, I'm up in the sky
Give a f*ck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these n*ggas was frontin' way back, n*gga, look at you now
n*gga, look me at now, look at you now