"LIFE RUINERS" lyrics
Run Lola run
You think you've seen it all 'til a nun hold a gun
I turned them offers down and the sum was a ton
I'm reachin' in your next, gettin' stung just for fun
New song, same lines, 'bout to kick the fuckin' bucket
Bitch, I got some hangtime, let that motherfucker touch it
Boy that skeezer ain't mine, check that basic bitches ankle for a yin and yang sign
Yeah that's nasty
Chicken from a Zaxby's
They might find me guilty, but I'd love to see 'em catch me
Furniture from Ashley, elbows hella ashy
Lit up like a cherry, baby, flick me when you ash me
Scream queens on ya screen, Sophie Thatcher
I stay protectin' Jasper, I'll kill ya if I have to
We just did like thirty days of night up in Alaska
My parents raised a narcissistic, rotten dirty bastard (true)
By the time they read this message though, I'll be gone with the wind
They cryin' 'bout it while I play a tiny violin
Oh yeah, you still exist, stuck on what we might've been
Tell 'em why you show no mercy—hmm, where should I begin?
Hold my nuts, time to buckle up, wait, I think I'm stuck
In the truck, me and Danica, watch me level up
Feelin' tough, gettin' kinda buff, bitch, I'm not your crush
Call my bluff, now ya body's dust, 'cause I'm off the stuff
Boy, that's how I roll
They got cameras in them pigeons, don't ask how I know (I just do)
Bitch, I'm only twenty-six, how you gon' say I'm old?
I stick my finger up that shit until I break my nose
Position's fetal when I show up, that's they favorite pose
Uncle Sam is not gon' let you hit, bootlicker
Ex Joe smokin' Xanax, usin' glue sniffer
You rap 'bout bitches, I see nothin' but some dudes witcha
And you makin' two figures—damn boy
You think you've seen it all 'til a nun hold a gun
I turned them offers down and the sum was a ton
I'm reachin' in your next, gettin' stung just for fun
New song, same lines, 'bout to kick the fuckin' bucket
Bitch, I got some hangtime, let that motherfucker touch it
Boy that skeezer ain't mine, check that basic bitches ankle for a yin and yang sign
Yeah that's nasty
Chicken from a Zaxby's
They might find me guilty, but I'd love to see 'em catch me
Furniture from Ashley, elbows hella ashy
Lit up like a cherry, baby, flick me when you ash me
Scream queens on ya screen, Sophie Thatcher
I stay protectin' Jasper, I'll kill ya if I have to
We just did like thirty days of night up in Alaska
My parents raised a narcissistic, rotten dirty bastard (true)
By the time they read this message though, I'll be gone with the wind
They cryin' 'bout it while I play a tiny violin
Oh yeah, you still exist, stuck on what we might've been
Tell 'em why you show no mercy—hmm, where should I begin?
Hold my nuts, time to buckle up, wait, I think I'm stuck
In the truck, me and Danica, watch me level up
Feelin' tough, gettin' kinda buff, bitch, I'm not your crush
Call my bluff, now ya body's dust, 'cause I'm off the stuff
Boy, that's how I roll
They got cameras in them pigeons, don't ask how I know (I just do)
Bitch, I'm only twenty-six, how you gon' say I'm old?
I stick my finger up that shit until I break my nose
Position's fetal when I show up, that's they favorite pose
Uncle Sam is not gon' let you hit, bootlicker
Ex Joe smokin' Xanax, usin' glue sniffer
You rap 'bout bitches, I see nothin' but some dudes witcha
And you makin' two figures—damn boy
