Niggas just Tryna Wave Surf You


See, I hit shorty like I need that bouquet
Her man hit me back like “you need some WHO cake?”
I text him right back like “you heard that new Drake?
You know that if you reading this it’s TOO LATE”
See you ain’t offending me
It ain’t like you ain’t heard son is fly as Kennedy (JFK)
Riding in the six, got alot of enemies
Alot of people tryna drain me of the energy

Hang Up and Try Your Call Again

suicidal thoughts

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fucking tell
It don’t make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God’ll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice