Tothefishhook

Aye yeah Never say I can't might hit it from the back Gon' tap Gon' smash Till her back break yuh Pop a pill with my champagne Have a heart attack Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh (And the hood gone crazy aye yo) (Either I put everything on the line now) (Or I die) Aye yeah Never say I can't might hit it from the back Gon' tap Gon' smash Till her back break yuh Pop a pill with my champagne Have a heart attack Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh And I like it how she get back I love it when we live low Had to make money So I put it in a Ziploc Wanna fuck with me lil' boy You can get popped Pure cocaine in the back Lemme kick rocks Kurt Cobain by the way That my bitch rocks Know my name by the day that I get popped Learn your place in the grave With your wrist cut Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts Snort cocaine Snortin' out a line All the way To the fish run I was lying awake She lied to my face I decided yo fate Imma fly into space On the side of the game And I find that my mind Was the kind in a bind But I try in the time That I thought you were mine To remind me of times Realigning your spine From the back intertwined And the pack was declined So I sit back recline We relying on wine On my side had a nine That's a hell of a night I put up hell of a fight Are you fuckin' with me? Bitch I'm taking your life Yeah, and I step in the fight And we toast to these times To the hood and these strides No catchin' no vibes I told her to hide I'm losing my mind Don't feel nothing inside Aye yeah Never say I can't might hit it from the back Gon' tap Gon' smash Till her back break yuh Pop a pill with my champagne Have a heart attack Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh And I like it how she get back I love it when we live low Had to make money So I put it in a Ziploc Wanna fuck with me lil' boy You can get popped Pure cocaine in the back Lemme kick rocks Kurt Cobain by the way That my bitch rocks Know my name by the day that I get popped Learn your place in the grave With your wrist cut Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts Snort cocaine Snortin' out a line All the way To the fish run I was lying awake She lied to my face I decided yo fate Imma fly into space On the side of the game Call me fuckin' drippy Because I'm dripping right now Riding through your city With the windows all down Acting like I own it I'm owning up to my problems Probably could've made it But maybe I hit the bottom Feelin' like The Rock 'Cause you smellin' what I'm cookin' Chef Boy Trippie got the chicken Fuckin' looking hella golden Bitch I'm feelin' crispy Thought you understand me But you never really get me Only sippin' on a lickey like I'm Lahey Big gut Trippie, I be feelin' like I'm Brandy, baby Rehab still sippin' the shady, baby Cuban with the dank and the brandy, baby Aye yeah Never say I can't might hit it from the back Gon' tap Gon' smash Till her back break yuh Pop a pill with my champagne Have a heart attack Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh And I like it how she get back I love it when we live low Had to make money So I put it in a Ziploc Wanna fuck with me lil' boy You can get popped Pure cocaine in the back Lemme kick rocks Kurt Cobain by the way That my bitch rocks Know my name by the day that I get popped Learn your place in the grave With your wrist cut Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts Snort cocaine Snortin' out a line All the way To the fish run I was lying awake She lied to my face I decided yo fate Imma fly into space On the side of the game And I find that my mind was-