"pale white / dope sack" lyrics
comehelpglo & shlumpy Lyrics
[shlumpy/yunglostcause:]
Empty out yo pockets
Need a dollar
Need some cash
Young boy broke
Put a whole right thru yo chest
I ain't fuckin with a foe
I ain't fuckin w da feds
See me duckin 5-0
I got the weed up in my bag
I been smoking
By the cult
I got the dope
I got the stash
Only way I cope
My body failing from the meds
I been trynna let it go
I'll overdose
Up in the bath
$uicide is what I wrote
On the note before I left
Pale white
Bitch you prolly seen a ghost
Sick of all these people
Why you always do the most
Saturating all these sounds
You ain't thinkin for yourself
Give a fuck about a crowd
I'll just do it by myself
I ain't
Even need a hand
Take I ain't borrow
Everybody got a plan
I ain't pick up your call
I can't never understand
Why I sit in this sorrow
But I'll do it all again
I paint my brain on these walls
I don't care if it was heroin in my cup. It's in my cup
[comehelpglo:]
I can't wait til I'm back in the trap
Servin' crack
To ya mom and ya bitch go ahead try this
It's some real cracka dope it make ya sick
Plottin a scheme'
I been plottin on lick
I been plotting on some shit I hoping make me rich
I've been tryna touch a mil
Think bout coppin a couple bricks
I been thinkin bout coppin a rari' just to crash a whip
Go ahead say what u want I'll bust yo mothafuckin lip
Yung Glo with a dope sack
Run that
Pussy boy want problems then we go ahead and drop em'
Fuck do you mean I really came out the bottom
Got everything I ever wanted
But it didn't solve a problem
I'm still shallow in the end hoe
Noddin off the benzos
Everytime I trip I swear I see my dead friends hoe
Devil in my window
Tellin me to get close
Walked up took my heart
And now he sayin that we kinfolk
Empty out yo pockets
Need a dollar
Need some cash
Young boy broke
Put a whole right thru yo chest
I ain't fuckin with a foe
I ain't fuckin w da feds
See me duckin 5-0
I got the weed up in my bag
I been smoking
By the cult
I got the dope
I got the stash
Only way I cope
My body failing from the meds
I been trynna let it go
I'll overdose
Up in the bath
$uicide is what I wrote
On the note before I left
Pale white
Bitch you prolly seen a ghost
Sick of all these people
Why you always do the most
Saturating all these sounds
You ain't thinkin for yourself
Give a fuck about a crowd
I'll just do it by myself
I ain't
Even need a hand
Take I ain't borrow
Everybody got a plan
I ain't pick up your call
I can't never understand
Why I sit in this sorrow
But I'll do it all again
I paint my brain on these walls
I don't care if it was heroin in my cup. It's in my cup
[comehelpglo:]
I can't wait til I'm back in the trap
Servin' crack
To ya mom and ya bitch go ahead try this
It's some real cracka dope it make ya sick
Plottin a scheme'
I been plottin on lick
I been plotting on some shit I hoping make me rich
I've been tryna touch a mil
Think bout coppin a couple bricks
I been thinkin bout coppin a rari' just to crash a whip
Go ahead say what u want I'll bust yo mothafuckin lip
Yung Glo with a dope sack
Run that
Pussy boy want problems then we go ahead and drop em'
Fuck do you mean I really came out the bottom
Got everything I ever wanted
But it didn't solve a problem
I'm still shallow in the end hoe
Noddin off the benzos
Everytime I trip I swear I see my dead friends hoe
Devil in my window
Tellin me to get close
Walked up took my heart
And now he sayin that we kinfolk
