TWO FIFTY lyrics

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
I could sell my soul to whoever, it cost like two fifty
Anywhere I go, if I'm moving, my brothers move with me
If I had to do it and [REDACTED] bet you they shoot with me
Cocaine with Malone, motherf*cker I'm feeling too Whitney
I don't smoke, I f*ck with drinking strictly
I get back inside of Florida with Gavin, whipping
I'm on half a f*cking bottle of the screwball
Jumping out the whip on the interstate, hope somebody hit me
I f*ck with only negativity
I don't wanna kill you but it is a possibility
Every time you talk to me, you up the probability
Go to bed and plan it in my head so specifically
I'm a f*cking monster, I'm a cryptid b*tch
I don't talk 'bout none of that sh*t unless it's encrypted b*tch
Planned for this to happen and it play out like I scripted it
I hope when I check up on you next you been evicted b*tch
I hope everybody die before they twenty five
f*ck it, I hope everybody die before they learn to drive
I don't got no money in my pockets, I got twenty knives
I been tryna hate on everybody my entire life
Pray to every page of this religious text that you be next
You don't make it past another year, boy that's a f*cking bet
You think you invincible? it's just that you ain't met me yet
I want my percentage every penny that you f*cking get
You could ride with whoever you want, pus*y
I been f*cking better than you since I dropped bully
Fraction of what I could do is a hundred times of two of you
I go where I want motherf*cker, I'm skipping every queue
Everything that happened to you is 'cause you deserve it
I want you to know if I hurt you, it's on purpose
Shouts to everybody on the street that's in the service
Check out down this barrel for a second, don't be nervous
[Verse 2: HEN$HAW]
Yeah, they be telling me I lost it and boy I believe' em
I threw my marbles in a jar, f*ck it, I don't need' em
I'm f*cking seething, my soul reduced, if you want it
I sell it for cheap, fresher than you pus*y at my feet
Yeah, it's not in season, my soul bleeding
So I'm soul seeking, it got me trauma bonding with a whole heathen
Tryna' make my dough even, don't even fret
I need bread, if a b*tch got a lick, I leave that hoe bleeding
Kick back and smoke for the whole evening
Think about dark sh*t all the time for like no reason
Pops say I lost my shine and I shone even
Brighter before, well f*ck it, (ay, f*ck it though)
Look, I'm surprised I'm still alive and I haven't hit the bucket
Like a busker, Henny got me f*cked up
Your b*tch dropped the same line
And I know I make you wanna throw them gloves up
Never had sh*t, boy that's tough luck
I had to go and get it, b*tch, don't know where I'm heading, b*tch
It's March, I'm on my seventh b*tch, I'm Henny, b*tch
You know I'ma end it, b*tch, when I die, end it quick
Nike boy tryna f*ck a Fendi, b*tch, I say "b*tch" too much
Listen, I probably hate you, I'm never gonna chase you
I make it look easy, why I'm so replaceable?
That's why I'll erase you first b*tch, sh*t
I said it again, look
I don't know when I'm gonna go but it's feeling close
Me and BLCKK probably gon' overdose on liquor, bro
Feel it in my mother-mother-motherf*cking liver, bro, sh*t
I ain't gotta say no more