packed for vegas freestyle Lyrics

(Are we in this dream of mine)

(Fade out of sight)

Y'all ho-y'all-y'all-y'all love drama

I seen it with my own eyes, I get it now

I understand

There's a necessary itch for drama, that y'all just can't seem to scratch

This wild, I-I should just, i-imma stay out the way

I wish I could stay out the way

I wish I could-

I tried staying out the way

I tried staying out the way

But that just wasn't the way

This is like the only fucking way that I know

Yeah

Yeah

Just got out the back of David's

Fully aware of all these allegations

Total fabrications, multi-layered exaggerations

They ain't have no reason hating so they had to fake it

Music so hard that I know you gon' be mad I made it

You fucking with Casino's now like you packed for Vegas

I know they always come around but i'm lacking patience

Right behind me, so foul, now you catching flagarants

Reciting daily affirmations

Making hazy accusations

Signing shady affidavits

Gotta take 'em back to basics

Writing hits to slap the nation

Leading a lil more acclamation

Probably better if I walk away

Find whoever is my biggest opp & block the page

Wanna see you try and stop the rage

I co-I could never do that to a talking stage

Uh

Somebody should held your liquor

Two shots down the hatch, now it's ending quicker

'Least we never had to bicker

You the opposite of your lies, they keep getting thicker

How could I be fumbling when people kept on coming in and I was going numb again

How could I be fumbling when you can't keep your hands to yourself like the government

This isn't what I thought that loving meant

Guess I found the truth that all your lies were covered in

Playing victim like you know the deal

I see how you were perfect with your ex 'cause y'all some hoes fr

Fuck the man, with the cayenne worth a hundred bands

I been treading on a 'mill, make you run again

Say you never sent no shots with the gun in hand

Please talk that same shit to my face, it's my one demand

Being the fakest how you make friends

How you gon' lie & say you ain't know she was grade ten

I see you shedding off the snakeskin

Really tried to keep it civil but i've caved in

You and *** on some gay shit

'Sino's hand on some ace shit

"Fed me & took me under your roof"

Don't remember there ever there being supper for two

Imma close this track out the same way that I started it

All of those issues not my fault, only telling part of it

We could speak about it, get down to the heart of it

But I know now where to find a crazy hoe starter kit