"Make It Worse" lyrics
She want Chanel, she want Prada
Jumped in the streets cuz' I was absent of a father
If I hit yo phone, you say you busy, I won't bother
I been goin' up can prolly fuck an IG model
But y'all already knew that, nigga run up stupid, up that stick bet his dumbass move back
Erry' nigga I be wit', slime as fuck, we don't do no [?]
We the ones got the ups, on nem niggas first, we ain't never had to shoot back
Nigga we shootin' first, told my momma, "I gotta keep my gun, rather be in jail than a hurse"
Need a down bitch, they [?] 'n she up stick out the purse
Call my momma, she hang up the phone, she know I'm full of percs
Yea, but I feel that these drugs make it better, they say it make it worse
Put a switch on the back, now this a fully burst
Ion know why she think she sweet, make her eat dick like Starburst
Hit that block wit' ARP, shoot this bitch until my arms hurt
I hope shit get better in my life, right now my heart hurt
Yea, but fuck it this nigga turnt, 12 tryna hit the lights, I'ma hit this bitch, until the tires burnt
Fell in love wit' hoes my whole life, plently lessons I done learned
But I love too hard, nigga playin' wit' my hoe get his ass merked
Hella thoughts of suicide, I just wan' know if you gon' ride
Shit got deep, had to cut some homies off, they wasn't tryna slide
Love a bitch, but she playin' wit' my top, I can't let it slide
Yea, pretty bitch, pop a perc' and let me get behind
Yea, let me be here for you, girl I know that I be trippin', but thas' jus' what them drugs do
I want you to be the best you can be, don't just wanna fuck you
Bitch I'm just a rapper, I'm still tryna spin through, tuck and drop a few
Yea, she want Chanel, she want Prada
Jumped in the streets cuz' I was absent of a father
If I hit yo phone, you say you busy, I won't bother
I been goin' up can prolly fuck an IG model
Huh, bitch a bop, she like 16 wit' 20 bodies
Bitch I'm pimpin', 33 shots on me jus' like I'm Scottie
Runnin away from my pain, mixed the perc' wit' Oxycontin
Catfish, tell a bitch, "take off that makeup", she look like a Goblin
Fuck outta here, make a pretty bitch eat the man, she jus' gon' get to gobblin
Nigga said I'm soft, but his brotha' dead, he know what's poppin'
Huh, speakin on my name, I'll cut [?]
Bitch ain't wanna fuck, pull out them racks, now her pussy throbbin'
Uh, you don't know me, you know of me, ion know you
If she leave my side, who I'm gon' go to?
I can't tell you a lot, I'd rather show you
Paranoid, please don't run up stupid, I'ma blow you
Jumped in the streets cuz' I was absent of a father
If I hit yo phone, you say you busy, I won't bother
I been goin' up can prolly fuck an IG model
But y'all already knew that, nigga run up stupid, up that stick bet his dumbass move back
Erry' nigga I be wit', slime as fuck, we don't do no [?]
We the ones got the ups, on nem niggas first, we ain't never had to shoot back
Nigga we shootin' first, told my momma, "I gotta keep my gun, rather be in jail than a hurse"
Need a down bitch, they [?] 'n she up stick out the purse
Call my momma, she hang up the phone, she know I'm full of percs
Yea, but I feel that these drugs make it better, they say it make it worse
Put a switch on the back, now this a fully burst
Ion know why she think she sweet, make her eat dick like Starburst
Hit that block wit' ARP, shoot this bitch until my arms hurt
I hope shit get better in my life, right now my heart hurt
Yea, but fuck it this nigga turnt, 12 tryna hit the lights, I'ma hit this bitch, until the tires burnt
Fell in love wit' hoes my whole life, plently lessons I done learned
But I love too hard, nigga playin' wit' my hoe get his ass merked
Hella thoughts of suicide, I just wan' know if you gon' ride
Shit got deep, had to cut some homies off, they wasn't tryna slide
Love a bitch, but she playin' wit' my top, I can't let it slide
Yea, pretty bitch, pop a perc' and let me get behind
Yea, let me be here for you, girl I know that I be trippin', but thas' jus' what them drugs do
I want you to be the best you can be, don't just wanna fuck you
Bitch I'm just a rapper, I'm still tryna spin through, tuck and drop a few
Yea, she want Chanel, she want Prada
Jumped in the streets cuz' I was absent of a father
If I hit yo phone, you say you busy, I won't bother
I been goin' up can prolly fuck an IG model
Huh, bitch a bop, she like 16 wit' 20 bodies
Bitch I'm pimpin', 33 shots on me jus' like I'm Scottie
Runnin away from my pain, mixed the perc' wit' Oxycontin
Catfish, tell a bitch, "take off that makeup", she look like a Goblin
Fuck outta here, make a pretty bitch eat the man, she jus' gon' get to gobblin
Nigga said I'm soft, but his brotha' dead, he know what's poppin'
Huh, speakin on my name, I'll cut [?]
Bitch ain't wanna fuck, pull out them racks, now her pussy throbbin'
Uh, you don't know me, you know of me, ion know you
If she leave my side, who I'm gon' go to?
I can't tell you a lot, I'd rather show you
Paranoid, please don't run up stupid, I'ma blow you
