Lil Peep
Coke
Bitch, I'm off twelve Xans, I can't feel you, no (No-no)
Drape on my left, fuck blood, I just want you, babe
Back on that Wock, no love, just that bank account
Been rich, fuck cliques, get no handouts
Jet lag so bad, been like a bank account
Oh well, oh fail, fuck love, I die in hell
Bitch so fab, fitted all my bitches well
Look in the bank, got her singing, she not feeling well
Oh, 'cause she's sweaty and I'm dead
So sweaty in my lap, oh, dying from the MAC
Hellboy, Hellboy, pull up and they smell, boy
MacBook on my arm, I ain't got no Dell, boy
Your bitch, my bitch, same shit, fuck shit
Fuck this, life sucks, wrists slit, suck my dick
Three 6, nice whips, white rice, bitches sniff
I'ma throw a shit fit, pull up and I dip quick
Pull up and she suck my dick, six hoes on my shit
I'm a young white prick, white coke, white dick
From Letras Mania