#ASF / #MUD Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
(Yea)
High as fuck, can't feel my skin
I lost 600 in the mosh pit
You from heaven baby, all I do is sin
(What)
Took a shroom and it just kicked in
Pop a pill baby I don't touch them zyns
Think I was made from god's hands
Walk in the party, better have a bottle waiting for me
Modern day Jeff Hardy, on my emo shit and narcotics
If I want it I got it, only live once so lets party
I'm sipping on Tris got a bitch by my side and she drinking Bacardi
Feel like an Angel i'm high to the sky, I got no halo though
How the fuck you say you earn, bitch you got zero dough
Serenity the best, i'm the goat
She wanted to fuck, I said no
Thats a lie yea I said i'm on go
I get high and I spit like the pope
I get fly bitch you already know
I need a fly bitch, Balmain coat
Got drunk last night and woke up on a boat
I had no memory, like where did I go?
(Yea, yea yea, what)
(Where did I go?)
(Yea, yea yea, yea, what)
(Where did I go?)
(ahuh)
(Serenity)
(Say what?)
(Serenity)
It's heavenly
I do what I do
And I do what I want
I got no flaws shawty say i'm the boss
I got no flaws yea i'll never take a loss
But i'm lost, where in the hell is mind right now
I told you I loved you, I told you I needed you, and you left, you broke our vows
I'm up in the clouds, she lie to my face yea she sly like a mouse
How you break my heart, now i'm in my room smoking that weed by the ounce
(Yea)
High as fuck, can't feel my skin
I lost 600 in the mosh pit
You from heaven baby, all I do is sin
(What)
Took a shroom and it just kicked in
Pop a pill baby I don't touch them zyns
Think I was made from god's hands
Walk in the party, better have a bottle waiting for me
Modern day Jeff Hardy, on my emo shit and narcotics
If I want it I got it, only live once so lets party
I'm sipping on Tris got a bitch by my side and she drinking Bacardi
Never good in math class but I can count it fast
She said I left her fast as fuck I told that bitch i'm the flash
Getting to the money, i'm in love with cash
Got this white bitch and, she love to smash
Every single Friday, we get trashed
I don't love this bitch she a thing of the past
Pass her on quick, now she in love with my twin
Don't act like you know me, you don't know whats within
Nigga think he cool cause he popping a zyn
Nigga you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit
Bitch i'm the shit
Get out my crib
She feeling me up and she touching my ribs
And i'm grabbing her
(Fuck)
And i'm grabbing her tits
I look in your eyes and I see me, this oxy weak
I'm up off four pills, I'm a fiend, been high all week
Don't trust a soul, but this mud, yeah, it sets me free
(Free, free, free, free)
Sets me free
Pay the fee, you wanna get in, you better pay the fee
And I agree, with these hoes that say I don't show anything
I can't show no love, cause at the end of the day I don't got no trust
Only trust in my plug, and I show love to all of his drugs
I poured up a four, fuck it, I poured up some more I poured up an eight
I fucked on a hoe, fucked on her friend
I'm leave they crib feeling great
Can't fuck with my bread, make more than I spend I might buy me a lake
And fill it with pink, i'm mixing up red
This girl is a thot please get out of my head
After we fuck get kicked out of my bed
I don't trust your soul, it's just me in the end
(I don't trust your soul, it's just me in the end)
I like bad bitches and expensive clothes
Put her in Vetements, what can I say, I got expensive hoes
I can switch the tempo, no problem, I got extensive flows
And I'm selling out, my very first show