文本歌词

What you wanna hit? My m*******a
Asian ******* with me sipping molly water
Lil peep, I'ma young stunna
I ain't lying when I tell you I be counting hunnas
I ain't ever talking to the f*****g coppas
Bending ******* over like they f*****g 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 tripping, I ain't plotting boy, I'm in your face
*****, what the **** you talking about
Kill me then
I'm so tired of these men and they f*****g threats
Ain't nobody ever told you I'm in love with death?
Please kill me, motherf****r
Put my soul to rest
Put my body under covers, get the f*****g 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 s*it ain't nothing, its just something about it
Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it
It's in my bloodstream, baby you can't **** me without it
I need a rich goth ***** and a crib on the mountain
Paparazzi taking pictures every time we step out it
I need snipers on my roof - I need a Jewish accountant
I need everybody round me - getting money and counting
No clownin'