[Intro]
(X8)
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my bitch she don't know where I'm at, bitch, I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these niggas was frontin' way back, nigga, look at you now
Nigga, look me at now, look at you now
[Verse]
Choppa give 'em new smiles, and it's giving new frowns
When we walk in that bitch, what you finna' do now?
I know I'm a lil' sick, sick, sick, I still ain't tryin' go into hell
Uh, oh
I had a hard time letting that [?] go, oh
Sipping this pain up in this fashion, oh
BB, Ricky, LV glasses, oh
Walk in the spot and she taking her clothes off
I got my gun and them racks, told that bitch "Keep the door closed"
Bitch, you can't come in my circle, its closed off
They don't want beef, 'cause they vegan, they kous kous
It get nasty like coleslaw
Nigga, this shit could get nasty like coleslaw
They like, "Lunch, where you go?"
They like, "Lunch, where you been?"
I said, "Bitch, I been home"
I been recording these hits, I ain't telling a soul
And if I send bro on a hit, I know they ain't telling a soul
[Chorus]
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my bitch she don't know where I'm at, bitch, I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these niggas was frontin' way back, nigga, look at you now
Nigga, look me at now, look at you now
(X8)
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my bitch she don't know where I'm at, bitch, I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these niggas was frontin' way back, nigga, look at you now
Nigga, look me at now, look at you now
[Verse]
Choppa give 'em new smiles, and it's giving new frowns
When we walk in that bitch, what you finna' do now?
I know I'm a lil' sick, sick, sick, I still ain't tryin' go into hell
Uh, oh
I had a hard time letting that [?] go, oh
Sipping this pain up in this fashion, oh
BB, Ricky, LV glasses, oh
Walk in the spot and she taking her clothes off
I got my gun and them racks, told that bitch "Keep the door closed"
Bitch, you can't come in my circle, its closed off
They don't want beef, 'cause they vegan, they kous kous
It get nasty like coleslaw
Nigga, this shit could get nasty like coleslaw
They like, "Lunch, where you go?"
They like, "Lunch, where you been?"
I said, "Bitch, I been home"
I been recording these hits, I ain't telling a soul
And if I send bro on a hit, I know they ain't telling a soul
[Chorus]
(I'mma die)
Lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
Lowkey I wanna die, lowkey try'na get high
And my bitch she don't know where I'm at, bitch, I'm up in the sky
Give a fuck about calling her back, 'cause I'm already high
You know my brodie tote automatics, make a call, get 'em dropped
Some these niggas was frontin' way back, nigga, look at you now
Nigga, look me at now, look at you now
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