Distressed Music 2 lyrics

[Verse]
(Hello, diary, it's me again)
Open the door, huh, where to start?
Sterling Ruby on, f*ck with Comme de Garçons
n*gga a whining soldier, yeah, for the poor
Y'all n*ggas talkin' bout luxury, yeah, y'all don't got bags
Stealin' my flow, you gon' crash out, Coupe, I'm mashin' out
Y’all ain’t smokin no gas, how the f*ck I'm passin' out, yuh, blast
Runnin' the bih', I'm splashin' out, hey
You want cash? Do my money dance
Yuh, ballin' like I'm Lance, yuh
Hop in that lamb truck, woah
Skeletrix, I don't even give no f*ck, yeah
I had to check if my wrist was [?], yeah
Had to flood my wrist up, yuh
Had to flick yo' b*tch up, yuh, yeah
Got a pistol, I don't mean to show no love
Yeah, [?] actually broke as f*ck, Syckli bag for her
Demon in my Peintures, said that I'm a monster
Don't wanna catch a vibe, say that I don't even want you
Yeah, want no drama, yeah, hop in that car, yeah
It's a calm luh fit, tell my mama, I said it
And I sign it, yeah
Yeah, I'm rockin' all designers, yeah
n*gga, in yo' VVS and Chrome Heart, yeah
And my VVS they blinding, yeah
Ain't got time for you, busy like Obama, yeah, huh
Hit 'em with the Taliban, n*gga, we gon' bomb you, yeah
And, n*gga, we gon' bomb you, yeah
Wa-Watch out for my bombs, huh, yeah