TR4SH lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's that death potion sippin' like I'm ready to die
It's that night time void, never lookin' alive
I got bags on my eyes, I got bags for the flight
We got bags like the furies, yeah we ready to fight
Fizzy mist, goth messages that I'll never read
b*tch I run, here I hurt
You was looking for me
GothBoiClique, that sh*t, ain't nothin' to me
Just let it rest, now I'm dapper
I got money on me
Running 'round the states, I don't need no one
Young lost boy, I don't wanna see the sun
Muscle cars, ripped shirts, feeling like white trash
Walking, Rolls shines through it, whores
Then she throw it back

[Verse 2]
f*ck you doing
'Cause you ain't on sh*t
I'm feeling nauseous
So b*tch be cautious
Watch your f*cking step when you walk around me
All black, all day, that's just me, hoe
I don't want you if you talking like a free hoe
I want that loyalty, will you die for me