Karaoké 1000 Blunts Suicideboys

Yo light that cigarette

I'm trippin'

Ash it on my bitches

Takin' my dose, I never skip it

Still in my hood up pistol grippin'

Still got a hundred blunts

Got that Bape up in my cup

Stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts

Yeah Wetto the King of the Grey

Self park

I don't fuck with the valet

Sheesh

Private jet, fuck a delay

Went to Paris and back in a day

Okay no I'm never okay

Bitch stop askin'

Came up and supported my family

Just for that they should give me a Grammy uh

Runnin' and duckin' the slammer uh

Thinkin' 'bout cockin' the hammer

The lights, the glitter the glamour

None of this shit even matter

None of this shit made me happy

Wound up in rehab instead of a casket

Lockin' me up and they had the rooms padded

Made a straitjacket my fashion

Ruby da Motherfucker grim reapin', I'm undercover, soul

Seekin', I found another bitch who's thinkin' that

I'm her lover, no

Reason I keep on shruggin'

Blunt is cashed

Let's keep 'em comin'

Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' out more destruction

I'm a pro at self-doubt but I doubt I'll ever know

That these bitches want me to fly 'em out just because I upped the glow

All these fuckboys wanna be me but they keep it on the low

And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbin' through our dough

All this fame is such a curse

Sometimes I wish I was a ghost

Watch me raise the fuckin' dead next time I'm on stage at a show

Haunted

Haunted

Haunted

Haunted

Haunted, haunted

I can't escape my mind

It's like I'm doin' time all the time

Exhausted, lost it

Just one little line

Have this talk with God

All the time yeah

Haunted, haunted

I can't escape my mind

It's like I'm doin' time all the time

Exhausted, lost it

Just one little line

Have this talk with God all the time yeah

All the time yeah