What you wanna hit? My marijuana
Asian b*tches with me sippin' molly water
Lil Peep, I'ma young stunna
I ain't lyin' when I tell you I be countin' hunnas
I ain't ever talkin' to the f*ckin' coppas
Bendin' b*tches over like they f*ckin' copper
Put that on my momma
I'm like Waka Flocka
Anybody got a problem, I don't need my partna
Got it, aye
I ain't trippin', I ain't plottin' boy, I'm in your face
b*tch, what the f*ck you talkin' about?
Kill me then
I'm so tired of these men and they f*ckin' threats
Ain't nobody ever told you I'm in love with death?
Please kill me, motherf*cker
Put my soul to rest
Put my body under covers, get the f*ckin' gas
Light a match, let me burn while my ghost laughs
Put my ash in a urn and then I sold that
I'm a fiend for money
Yeah, I know that sh*t ain't nothin', its just somethin' about it
Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it
It's in my bloodstream, baby, you can't f*ck me without it
I need a rich goth b*tch and a crib on the mountain
Paparazzi takin' pictures every time we step out it
I need snipers on my roof - I need a Jewish accountant
I need everybody round me - gettin' money and countin'
No clownin'