​if glaive - p*ssed featured lieu but lieu didn’t fit the track at all lyrics

[Intro: glaive]
I'm so p*ssed, I'm so p*ssed, I'm so p*ssed
I don't know what it is, but I'm so p*ssed

[Chorus: glaive]
I'm so p*ssed, I'm angry as f*ck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough
I'm so p*ssed, I'm angry as f*ck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough

[Verse 1: glaive]
And I'm so angry all the time
Got pins and needles in my spine
It's not that bad, I'm quite alright
Got two damn angels by my side
And I don't do much, I don't leave my house
But I don't even need to, my friends leave me out
And I don't need a girl, I don't need a spousе
And that boy wanted smoke, now therе's blood in his mouth
And I've always said karma's a b*tch
I walk in that function, I step in that b*tch
And everyone talks so I'm talking my sh*t
And I'm done with the frontin', I guess this is it
[Chorus: glaive]
I'm so p*ssed, I'm angry as f*ck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough
I'm so p*ssed, I'm angry as f*ck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough

[Bridge: lieu]
I'm eating a jolly rancher

[Verse 2: lieu]
I'm making money for sure
I keep that pole told lil bro "don't fold"
I keep that Glock and it go
And that mac got a scope
Keep that clip if you run up
Came with the stick out just like a drummer
You got to dig up your mother to hug her
And I'm making bands like a f*cking pack runner
I feel like shine the way that I'm on rico charges
I'm on parole, I'm on parole for murder
I just killed a family of five
That gun doesn't have ammo in it like bro that's a lie
I can be off-beat and I am still fye
You cap on the gram like we ain't watching you at all times
I'm sipping wock until i go blind
I do not sip wock I don't even know if that sh*t happens
Glock about to clap like its magic
He talking sh*t we gonna spray at that faggot
And he want the Rab method he can tap in
I feel like Jame hallow tips never lacking
You hop on the beat and you go passive
I hop on the beat and I go aggressive
Your pockets more poor than the great depression
We bout to turn up in this b*tch no need for compression
And that Glock with a di*k 'bout to teach you a lesson
Just kidding that Glock with a di*k about to cave your damn head in
And that's the sh*t you'll be forgetting
RIP Bro now he's floating with angels in heaven
I'm making money like Devin
[Outro: lieu]
(I'm sorry I just had to say that because I don't know who Devin is bro)
(Like I--I needed a bar, but like, you know)
(Um)
(You know, I hope you liked it)
(No, f*ck you, I don't care if you like it, you know)
(It's joke it was a joke dude)