DISASSOCIATING. Lyrics

Victims of depression, always hitting my DM

I saw myself at 21, and I swear I would be him

I was smooth from the jump, so I never said begin

There was sharks in the water, why you going for a swim

I was first in, first out, all I did was treat her good

Shhh, kinda hurt now, I was selling mud pies

Dirtied up the profile

in a dirt pile

Bitch was looking foxy, so I told her I'm the bloodhound

Couple fo' niggas skipped out playing hooky

Know some niggas that couldn't say couldn't

Nigga bhocolate bhip bookies, only thing that they was booking

I don't even know about checks, I just had the cash coming

I don't even got it stretched, cause I had the bag lunging

And I told her call me Jimmy, if she wanna hit the jaun

Man, now she wanna hit me when I don't pick up her calls

But her last name was Wall, nigga, I'm a Decker Halls

Nigga, I was in her walls, nigga, I was Santa Claus

I was in her throat, like a cough, she need some Hauls

Nigga, trap, cause bitches be sickly

By the way, I killed a cat, it's a murder, not a mystery

I can't even get a cut, cause I swear when I post it

Everybody wanna miss me, and when a nigga straight wolfing

Everybody wanna diss me, nigga, it was low-key cool

Cause I'm getting hella distant, I be really space jamming

I be disassociating from the thugs, from the plugs

From the drugs, from the , baby, this a different nigga

Than you seen up in them clubs, baby, you can shake that ass

And I swear I wouldn't touch, but you finna catch me

Looking at the butt, yeah, I don't give a fuck

I know I can get aggressive, I can turn you to a slut

I ain't interested in bestie, why tf you hype her up?

Okay, maybe she a eight, but I'm fucking with a dub

Im sick of freestyling, I can never find a hook

All chase no case, All face no book

I could be your Instagram, weed maps delivery

What I mean, I could really move a gram, instantly

What I mean, cause I'm sick of all the buzz, honeybee

What I mean, I can see how you moving different, it's

What I mean

You can't believe folk, sometimes you gotta read folk

Nigga, peep folk, take your words back, repo

I'm underwater like the submarine, outta peep hole

Once you learn all the lyrics, you can be my freak hoe

But you can't shake your ass to this one, cause you know the beat slow

Girl, how you fucked up? Off of hennebeeto

Bitch, why you fucked up? Now I got a deepo

Cause you making me look stupid, and I'm not a geek hoe

But yo mouth gon get to moving, like you Martha Speaks hoe

And I can really back it up, before you hear the beep though

Yeah, my drip real nasty, and my fashion Rico

Yeah, I felt like Candyman in this fucking Pea Coat

And if you wanna sing my name, I could help you C-Lo

But we grown, what you on? I was Thanos, you the stone

All I need is your snap, just put it in the phone

Saw myself at 21, and I swear I would be jaun