WANNA DIE SLOW

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Fuck ass bitches, they psychos

 

I cannot fuck with no white ho

 

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Yeah, they said I'm slow, am I slow?

 

No, I ain't slow, asbestos, fuckin' hate hoes

 

 

 

Why, ho? What was the point of doin' that shit?

 

Higher than God, with a Glocky and spliff

 

Your whole personality was a facade, you stupid bitch, uh

 

Like, why'd I ever fall for your shit, uh?

 

Fuckin' hate you, bitch, I'm tired of all this, uh

 

And I thought you loved me, guess that was a lie

 

Fell for you, but you just waste my time

 

You was my darlin', my sweetheart, my whole life

 

Was I ever yours? Were you ever mine?

 

Honestly, I just want the truth, is that alright?

 

Don't know what to do, ain't doin' fine

 

Uh, these hoes, they wanna cruise, that's some shit I don't like

 

Ooh, she asked, "What's wrong with you?" baby, I can't decide

 

Uh, and then I fell for you, thought you was paradise

 

Raised Hell for you, you couldn't even look yourself in the eyes

 

Bitch, I'd melt for you, I'd melt for you, sippin' that wine

 

She wanna fine dine, that ain't no 'prise

 

Eyes on the damn prize, spittin' these damn rhymes

 

Money make me so tall, don't know my damn size

 

Tryna see the sunshine through the fuckin' fuck blinds

 

Hands on your fuck thighs, you never heard my damn cries

 

Fucked up, so fuckin' damn high, you was snake, with them snake eyes

 

She don't wanna see me thrive, she don't wanna see me in my prime

 

Ayy-ayy, do you see the sunshine? Shit I can't even do right

 

Fuck, Walter Cronkite, money on me, I'm so fly

 

These hoes been wishin' for my death, I done missed the signs

 

Baby, take a breath, this ain't no surprise

 

Ooh-ooh, she a demon in disguise, I don't know why I fell for your blatant lies

 

She lyin' to me blatantly, she lies, lies, lies

 

Why would you lie-lie? Baby suicide-ide

 

And I can't decide if I should give you an invite

 

And she know I'm flyer than a damn kite

 

Blood on my tee that's so damn white

 

Bitch, who are you to me? 'Cause you ain't my damn wife

 

The shit you do to me, I really can't lie

 

She fucked me up so badly, wastin' my time

 

And I just want your love, is that a damn crime?

 

Baby, what the fuck? You gon' get slimed

 

Yung Slimey shit, bitch, you ain't a damn dime

 

She wishin' that I die, I said, "Okay, right"

 

I don't give a fuck 'bout a ho, that's pastime

 

And these hoes wantin' my soul in the nighttime

 

'Cause when I reach my goal, baby, it's lunchtime

 

And I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' fuck guys

 

Y'all some fuckboys, yeah, she wan' hit my line

 

I told her, "Don't call me, I won't reply"

 

Ayy-ayy, she textin' me, I don't reply

 

And she wantin' me to love her, America's decline

 

And I told that fuckin' idiot to resign

 

And these hoes wanna be-be-be-be mine

 

Yeah, okay, bitch ho, watch me shine

 

She in my DM's, I do not care, I decline

 

Declinin' all your calls, I got like 3 .9's

 

We gon' shoot those fuckin' hoes, make like 3 shrines

 

Dedicated to my momma, fuck what you define

 

And I got the finest feline on my D-line

 

'Cause hoes wan' fuck on me, you can't be mine

 

And she knew I fell in love with the design

 

She borderline insane, makin' headlines

 

I had to fuckin' reach the stupid deadline

 

And I wanna dance with you, baby, my rhymes refined

 

She know she wanna fuck with me lately, equine

 

What the fuck hoes on 'bout? Columbine

 

I don't care 'bout a ho, no, she on the sidelines

 

And I want somebody to be my damn lifeline

 

Hotline type shit, ayy, through the grapevine

 

She said, "Boy, I love you, but it gon' take time"

 

 

 

(She said, "Boy, I love you, but it gon' take time")

 

(She said, "Boy, I love you, but it gon' take time")

 

(She said, "Boy, I love you, but it gon' take time")

 

(She said, "Boy, I love you, but it gon' take time")

 

 

 

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Fuck ass bitches, they psychos

 

I cannot fuck with no white ho

 

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Yeah, they said I'm slow, am I slow?

 

No, I ain't slow, asbestos, fuckin' hate hoes

 

 

 

I do not care, I got the carbine, hands on her waistline

 

Moonshine, got me cosigned, fuck the storyline

 

Stars gon' realign, she saccharine sweet

 

Intertwined, my chair I recline, kill your whole bloodline

 

Make a shrine out of they bones and shit, ho, there's a fine line

 

Between true love and just plain fake love, cloud nine

 

Hate you hoes, got them landmines

 

I just take these hoes and then they watch me outshine

 

We in the function, that's the punchline

 

Okay, bitch, fuck your opinion

 

Glocky on me, ho, I'm never missin'

 

She wanan see me dead, she wanna see me trippin'

 

She been in my head, won't ever catch me slippin'

 

I fucked her in her bed, bitch, fuck this shit

 

I just need some head, give me head, I won't ever miss, bitch

 

And I know you think about it and fuckin' miss it

 

You know what you are missin'

 

Hoes go missin', it's a mystery to the cops, but to us

 

We all know who did it, ayy

 

And I put my phone on airplane mode, didn't see your texts

 

DND, bitch, you ain't needin' me, bitch, addicted

 

It's an addiction, ho, I'm on a mission, so kick it

 

I'm shittin' on all of these fuck hoes, I'm pissin'

 

On they graves when they die slow, fuckin' die slow, bitch, this

 

Why you bitchin'? Grew out my britches

 

Fuck on bitches, Hocus Pocus, they some witches

 

Bitch, you sis shit, fuck on 'em, then dip quick

 

And I dipped it, like pretzels and chocolate, we be dippin'

 

And she strippin', yeah, she stripped quick

 

Shake that ass, bae, shake that shit quick

 

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, wantin' this shit

 

And I'm your neighborhood friendly bitch kid

 

And you know I was with my gang, boppin' to Wizkid

 

Ayy, ho, what you need? You need some of this quick?

 

I know your dad's a cop, we killed him quick

 

Now he gone, and yo' mom a widow, she get pimped quick

 

I grabbed my face and I pinched it

 

Ripped my face off, couldn't fix it

 

Carve a smile in my face, beyond fixin'

 

Feel like Jeff the fuckin' Killer, bitch, it's either this shit

 

Or that shit, bad habits, left the Porsche bent, forget it

 

You'll never understand what we been thru, so forget this

 

And I just want the dough on me, I'm relaxin' with my fifth bitch

 

Sixth bitch, bitch-bitch, I don't care 'bout you, I'm too busy pimpin'

 

I fell for you, I regret that, wish I never did it

 

Said you'd do sum, never did shit

 

Said you'd do sum, never did shit, ayy

 

 

 

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Fuck ass bitches, they psychos

 

I cannot fuck with no white ho

 

And I feel like I wanna die slow

 

Backwoods had my eyes low

 

Yeah, they said I'm slow, am I slow?

 

No, I ain't slow, asbestos, fuckin' hate hoes