Tonight (V2) lyrics

I wear the bape to sleep
I got revenge on me
I still rock supreme
Like it’s 2003
Vlone on your jeans, you don’t look lonely to me

M-M-M-MURDA
HAHAHAHA

I wear the bape to sleep
I got revenge on me
I still rock supreme
Like it’s 2003
You got Vlone Jean uh, you don’t look lonely to me
You got fake Jordan’s
That’s why you look phony to me

Yuh Ay I need me a thick b*tch
Your b*tch look boney to me
Yuh Ay she ain’t none like my b*tch
She just like a [?] to me
Yuh ay huh at the top it get lonely to mе
Yuh ay eh at the top it get lonеly to me
I get top in the parking lot, [?]
Off [?] my hand on my child f*ck a op’
I’m so sick I need sizzurp quick call a doc’
Run up on me just like laser sh*t [?]
Yuh ay X-men I’m a mutant with this bad b*tch
Run up then I’m shooting with my ratchet
Told you that I’m gonna let them have it
Told her it’s expensive that’s the fabric

Don’t touch the fabric
I know it’s a habit
I dress high fashion
Yeah that is a habit
Revenge with the-
Gucci jeans Aladdin
She gone ride my-
di*k like it’s Aladdin

Ya dig?
Say it once, don’t gotta say it again
[?] your b*tch swallow all my kids
I said that sh*t
I meant that sh*t
I got that cash
Spent that sh*t
f*ck that hoe
Spin that b*tch
Again
Say it once, don’t gotta say it again
Me, myself, & I, my money, I don’t need no friends
I got the cash
Spent that sh*t
Got that girl
f*ck that b*tch
After that
Spinned that b*tch
Popped a Xan, forget that b*tch
Ion even remember when I hit that b*tch
Proactive I pop like I zit that b*tch
Pull up on the scene, imma hit back quick
40 on my hip
30 [?]
sh*t what n*ggas not f*cking with me on this mic

Just another b*tch running through my head
Just another heart, just another death
Just another first and a last breathe
I feel like she left me in the past tense
Looking for a father figure mmm, I’m a bast*rd
Im getting rich and it ain’t making sense like rich backwards
Rolling up the stench in the backwoods
Sitting on the bench while I’m balling on the hardwood, yeah

On another level
Go to hell I get so high
I fought a whole ‘nother devil like yeah
Chain on another bezel feel like mega death
My chopper just like heavy metal yeah
I can’t get caught up
I told the b*tch shut up
Shut the f*ck up
I’m tryna f*ck her
Magnum on me
A condom and a rubber
A gun and a rubber
I break bread like last supper
40 on me and I keep it for comfort
Shoot like [?] ain’t talking bout chauffeur
Run up on me then I’m shooting, I’m dumping
Dumping, throw the body in the dumpster
Off of the molly or something
23 on me like jumpman jumpman
Pull up on the scene no stuntin
Birdman stunt cause [?]