Mildew (You’re Weird) lyrics

[Intro: “Over Freestyle (INTRO)” - Pim]
Now that we’re over, I let my phone die
Ain’t nobody check on me, it’s just me and my feelings right now
I don’t gotta wait up on no calls or texts talking ‘bout nothing but sex
I don’t got nobody else, I'm tired

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all n*ggas really small fries, compared to me, these n*ggas ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same n*gga from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really еating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew
She thinking marriagе or the ring but I ain’t with that
I still ain’t passing no ho the rock even if it’s a mismatch
[?] n*ggas came through shooting, he ain’t hit back
How you so comfortable dissing the dead when n*ggas get smacked?
If that ain’t yo’ work, that’s yo’ brother fit, that’s his hat
Now the feds on you ‘cause in yo’ songs, you admit that
f*ck n*gga, they got yo’ people L ‘cause a diss track

You f*ck a broke n*gga, had none to show for it
You f*ck a rich n*gga, put some stones on your neck

I been working late every night and I haven’t gotten high ‘cause this life got me faded
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
b*tch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating sh*t
You’re weird
b*tch, why you moving like you ain’t got no cellphone?
You’re weird

Wake up in the morning, I’m pouring codeine but it’s early and she want Starbucks
Judge put a monitor on his ankle, he neglects his cellphone to keep it charged up
I been writing songs every night, tryna make it sound right but I’m losing patience
b*tch starting to feel like scarecrows, scroll through DM’s, you keep sending that hating sh*t

He ain’t got no limit when blood get shed, they’ll try to do you in the club (Yeah)
Y’all n*ggas really small fries, compared to me, these n*ggas ants like a Timberwolf
You can be the realest that they know, if they see you finna blow, same n*gga from yo’ hood gon’ wanna kill you
I can’t go back to being broke, we the ones really eating, I stack that paper ‘til
I’m full, watch it mildew