Yea, oh, yea
You know, you know, you know
I'm faded
Ay, I'm in the booth
Ay, shotout Bobby Johnson, ay

Found myself in a dark place
Last girl made my heart ache
Now I'm tryna get my soul, yeah
Why all y'all fake flex
Mama told me not to take shit
So I never really take shit
I don't care what you rap 'bout
Ask the bitch, she doing Bang Bro
Why I really shoulda kept her
Really should of kept your mouth closed
I've been runnin' out of ammo
Different states, I love to trap woah
Every city with a bad hoe

Satan's got a grip on me
Heaven's looking very bleek
Steal my faith and everything
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam
Gloomy days keep scaring me
All my friends are enemies

All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
All my friends are ene- yeah
Windows tinted, you can see us in it
Prescription pills made me a villain
Never busy, man I'm always chillin'
Fake friends up in the grass
Gotta keep it low, let the snakes pass
My main girl gotta side hoe
Like my bitch got more hoes
Insane doe she a crazy hoe

Friends gon' turn to enemies
Satan's got a grip on me
Heaven's looking very bleek
Steal my faith and everything
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam
Gloomy days keep scaring me
All my friends are enemies

All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
Out the booth bitch

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