T-Shirt lyrics

[Intro: Sadfriendd]
Yeah, um
This the (Pasta), sh*t, I don't know what to call it
Um, I don't know, f*ck it
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, wait, um, wait, okay

[Chorus: Sadfriendd]
pus*y n*gga, wipe your nose
b*tch, you drippin' snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some Dippin' Dots (Okay)
I'm chillin' with yo' b*tch, then you know a n*gga gettin' top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a n*gga up (Yeah, wait), could you hit the spot? (Okay)

[Verse 1: Sadfriendd]
Choppa have a n*gga froze like a freezer (Er)
I be in the cut like stitches and tweezers (Ew)
Shot your pus*y n*gga (Yuh) in the mouth, now his teeth hurt (Wait)
n*gga think he hard (Uh), so I put him on my T-shirt (Wait, okay)
Shawty was talkin' about my di*k, and she sucked (Yuh)
pus*y runnin' like faucets, somebody get 'em a bucket (Yuh)
A n*gga walk in the scene, then I got a beam, and I'm clutchin' (Okay)
And when that bullet 'gon hurt him (Yuh)
It gave that boy a concussion (Wait, yeah)
Okay, I'm back, bigidity back (Yeah)
With the gang, with my pack (Yeah), n*gga be talkin', he takin' it back (Yeah)
And [?] b*tch, he [?] (Okay)
Came in hard, now with the gang (Yeah), he a b*tch (Wait), he a lame (Yeah)
f*ck yo' homie, dead, smokin' on him (Yeah), he a stain (f*ck that n*gga)
School shooter, got that beam in my JanSport
Hurry up that pack, makin' moves like I transport (Yeah)
Damn, sport, I just hit that boy to the damn morgue (Yeah)
I can never lose (Ayy), pus*y boy (Yuh), check the damn score (b*tch)
[Verse 2: 1nonly]
pus*y boy think he tough, but he softer than a tissue
If you want that smoke, lil' b*tch, solve the issue (Lil' b*tch)
Broken rib always, and my wrist is on crystal
Always in my bag (Ayy), like, lil' b*tch, that's what your b*tch do (Ayy, ayy)
I f*ck yo' b*tch, she suck my di*k
Like, b*tch, we living lavish
I'm hitting these hoes, and I'm takin' yo' fit (Ayy)
b*tch, you want no action
Me and Sadfriendd goin' up, what is you doin'? (Ayy)
Pull up to your crib, and you know that I am shooting

[Chorus: Sadfriendd]
pus*y n*gga, wipe your nose
b*tch, you drippin' snot (What?)
I-ice on my wrist, it be colder than some dipping Dippin' Dots
I'm chillin' with yo' b*tch, then you know a n*gga gettin' top (Yeah)
Shawty wanna suck a n*gga up (Yeah, wait), could you hit the spot? (Okay)