We might cry, we might laugh, we might end it all.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
We might cry, we might laugh, we might end it all.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
Switch up the flow when I rhyme off the dope.
Bitches they love me I'm signing they clothes.
Niggas fugazi they hate on the low.
Plot on ya bitch when you leave em alone.
F*cking wit me ima leave em in smoke.
My bro Chicago so he call me Joe.
Pouring that lean she got dick in her throat.
I took a bar, shit man up ima throw.
My heart is broken like bando windows,
I sold my soul man and nobody knows.
These niggas rappers and i am a Ghost,
I call her Facebook gone give her a poke.
I am depressed, I just might slit my throat,
Counting these checks and I'm flashy wit clothes.
Move to the trap, then I move to the coke.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
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We might cry, we might laugh, we might end it all.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
We might cry, we might laugh, we might end it all.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
Switch up the flow when I rhyme off the dope.
Bitches they love me I'm signing they clothes.
Niggas fugazi they hate on the low.
Plot on ya bitch when you leave em alone.
F*cking wit me ima leave em in smoke.
My bro Chicago so he call me Joe.
Pouring that lean she got dick in her throat.
I took a bar, shit man up ima throw.
My heart is broken like bando windows,
I sold my soul man and nobody knows.
These niggas rappers and i am a Ghost,
I call her Facebook gone give her a poke.
I am depressed, I just might slit my throat,
Counting these checks and I'm flashy wit clothes.
Move to the trap, then I move to the coke.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
We might cry, we might laugh, we might end it all.
We go buck, we go wild, in the f*cking halls,
Hotel party, Naked bitches going off,
I'm so sorry, but I'm about to kill this song.
Switch up the flow when I rhyme off the dope.
Bitches they love me I'm signing they clothes.
Niggas fugazi they hate on the low.
Plot on ya bitch when you leave em alone.
F*cking wit me ima leave em in smoke.
My bro Chicago so he call me Joe.
Pouring that lean she got dick in her throat.
I took a bar, shit man up ima throw.
My heart is broken like bando windows,
I sold my soul man and nobody knows.
These niggas rappers and i am a Ghost,
I call her Facebook gone give her a poke.
I am depressed, I just might slit my throat,
Counting these checks and I'm flashy wit clothes.
Move to the trap, then I move to the coke.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Trap till the winter, I sell wit my bros.
Writer: Jamal Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Jamal Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Jamal Grant