Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
Know I chase wit a fiend that I hate now
Wet em up Aquafina gun sounds
Count up hurt when I sing in arena's
Put in work while I watch all these keys drown
I got cheats I read the cards and watch em all fall
Spit it heat they wonder why I stand so tall
Control delete I don't check the fame shit
Got no Alt's really me I'm too wasted
Damage my brain oh I love
All of the pain count it up
Walk away I'm faded
Slipping off the Senzu
Guac up in the basement
What yo little bandz do?
Addicted to money and love
F*ck love I'm talking bout drugs
Cut a wrist when I'm not okay
F*ck a feeling steady racking up my brain
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
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Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
Know I chase wit a fiend that I hate now
Wet em up Aquafina gun sounds
Count up hurt when I sing in arena's
Put in work while I watch all these keys drown
I got cheats I read the cards and watch em all fall
Spit it heat they wonder why I stand so tall
Control delete I don't check the fame shit
Got no Alt's really me I'm too wasted
Damage my brain oh I love
All of the pain count it up
Walk away I'm faded
Slipping off the Senzu
Guac up in the basement
What yo little bandz do?
Addicted to money and love
F*ck love I'm talking bout drugs
Cut a wrist when I'm not okay
F*ck a feeling steady racking up my brain
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
Know I chase wit a fiend that I hate now
Wet em up Aquafina gun sounds
Count up hurt when I sing in arena's
Put in work while I watch all these keys drown
I got cheats I read the cards and watch em all fall
Spit it heat they wonder why I stand so tall
Control delete I don't check the fame shit
Got no Alt's really me I'm too wasted
Damage my brain oh I love
All of the pain count it up
Walk away I'm faded
Slipping off the Senzu
Guac up in the basement
What yo little bandz do?
Addicted to money and love
F*ck love I'm talking bout drugs
Cut a wrist when I'm not okay
F*ck a feeling steady racking up my brain
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
At a Motel 8 now
I just let it bang loud
Why you lying?
We could see your waist wow
Carry 30 shots around
What yo little 8 about?
I been tryin to show a bitch I got her soul
I don't wanna let her go
Told her that I'd hold it down
Trauma violence
Demons chase me on the low
No I couldn't let em go
Whisper me my favorite sound
I just walk away now
Like bullets flying
I just walk away now
Writer: Tyler Greneveld
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid