Screen up in the dash like a fucking Mike Jones
All my friends are black, now I feel like Paul Wall
Looking like a school shooter when I'm walking through the halls
I got friends that don't call, I got friends that don't talk
You don't want it bitch I promise, leave your body to the wolves
I'm creeping cause I'm [?], smoking [?] is all I do
Booming like Macaulay Culkin back in 1992
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Vrsyjnes
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