Celine(a) Gomez Lyrics

Fucked up but I know I can't look back

I'm having trouble with that

Crept up got the shit in the book bag

But you can't smell all the pack

Step up all you gon do is the lack

Flexed up and I got all the racks

Don't know you you don't have my back

Look at me she get heart attack

I was down I don't know where you at

Reading me I'm like Cat and the Hat

Nigga phony he can't get a dap

Spazzing out while I'm sipping the Act

Don't know if he gon tell all the facts

Tell the time and I need a Chromex

I'm a wizard Celine(a) Gomez

Smoking gas and I smoke all the rest

Feel like Jonny I stick the test

Feel Harold my purple the piss

Ksubi swag and I'm loving the drip

No you can't get a hug get a kiss

Already knowing that ignorance is bliss

Niagara falls and I'm feeling the mist

Falling out when I'm mixing the Triss

Got no clue I can tell where you live

Telling lies you was telling the fibs

Niggas cap and he wearing the lids

All these niggas my sons they my kids

All my niggas they real like Madrid

Feel like living my life on the edge

I don't listen to whatever you said

I'm a doctor I'm giving the meds

I'm not sure if you think with your head

We mean so little to you

Have you no heart

No I have no heart

I feel no love

No fear

I'm at war with the world

I remember I seen you was dead

Imma go on rant I'm like Kev

Feeling strange and I feel like elev

Heard he creeping I'm hearing the steps

But know I gotta get some more chips

See the gold and the diamonds my lip

Fitted up you can tell by the kit

All I see is the money I get

Imma take her go shopping

Imma take her go shopping Saks Fifth

Cashing out and I put her in Kith

Call me up I be there in a jiff

Smoking gas you cannot get a whiff

Nigga lame but he swear he was diff

No doubt imma run all my get back

Stall out and I smoke straight punch

Know what happen when he get his wig peeled back

Feel like Thug and I have So Much Fun

When I'm looking at you it's a mismatch

To the rack imma get buckets

Stuff the aromatic in the switchy

Making money feel like Mitchy

Feel so young ball out like glitchy

Kiss my neck like hickey

Shoot him in the back I feel like Ricky

Can't fuck niggas clicky

It's too risky

Telling you it's too risky