Double cup, Xanny cup Booted up, mollied up Molly up, break it up Cop it, then I serve it up Give it up Gotti got it Fuck with my day ones Yeah you know I flooded the chain once I want to eat cookies like Big Poppa Shootin em oops In the stand I just need my cookies hang on the tree Molly spinning over magician My next brain moved into a new blood cell Bloody shoes are like Mary, I love marrying Skyler and me were married together of music My cabin was made of wood of the Marky Cove And by the way I don’t want to squeeze your Nina out of your germs Squirmy police I just wanna die, baby, let’s go (I wanna die) I just need drugs, and pour a drink Fuck a new reporter Fucking reporters Beat me up, suck it up, suck that bitch up How am I dumb at everything? Suicide is my mental struggle of illness I’m ill to be gone, I’m sorry I just need the pills to rest in peace My family loves me so much I love everything Fire is crawling down the walls Fuck stress Baby Uh Keep it up Suck it up Baby What the fuck is this Fuckin’ up stress (Fuck the crest) I just wanna die (Help me) (Suicide) (I will be coming for you) (Don’t worry) (I wanna die for drugs) (Let my cookies hang on the tree) Cookie, cookie Pump Gang!
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