SKP & J-Prime - Cigarettes After Sex Lyrics

Nigga I'm coming for you
Rubberband man
I'm coming through like the Sandman
I'm coming through my clip don't jam
Nigga I just come through
Rubberband man
You know I just blam man
You know I just blam man
Give you a f*cking tan man

Skrrt Skrrt

Never home you know I like to... ride
I never wanna be that guy
You know that you still on my mind
You and all your girlfriends like to... slide
Making me forget my pride
I know you still creep out at night

But tell me, tell me is it too late?
I've been waking up ain't going back to bed
Do I show up for our dates even if I can't stay?
Gotta get you, get you outta my head
I've been zoning off the meds I ain't coming down for months
I can lay you on the bed give you everything you want
Everything that you could want

Okay I'm drunk
As a bih
That ain't yo wife
That ain't your kid
(I can't really show em how I live!)
End of month
I got no rent
But we grown, woah, woah
So we lit
(I can't really show em how it is!)
And
We back
Selling crack
And getting drugs, drugs, drugs
Off the bench
(I can't really show em how it is!)
And we strapped
Issa mack
10! 10!
Picture that
(Jugging, jugging)
Kodak trap
10! 10!
Okay I'm drunk
Off a fifth
Forgot my words
What song this is