home x stretch - reefuh lyrics
[intro]
haha, what?
what the f*ck? ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
slime, the f*ck?
come on
[verse 1]
two*seater but it’s four of us (four)
contraband on the tour bus (yeah)
cocaine from honduras (yeah)
wrist slit, blood pourin’ (pourin’)
got b*tches in they forties that adore us
gen 5 let ’bout six off, tryna score, uh
f*ck the white girl in a acura
turned a 20 to a 40, double front flip, it impressed them (yeah)
thirty days, home stretch, bet i’ll turn it 80 by the time the next one (what?)
hold my left arm in the mirror (yeah), tryna practice how to flex, uh
i ain’t great, b*tch, i’m the best, uh
who the best is? bet i’m bester (woah)
if mary had a little lamb, i would get it wrapped blue (showoff)
and get expensive rims (oh yeah), ’cause i’m so f*ckin’ cool (haha)
as much i spent today, you would probably puke (hm, you would probably puke)
ferrari homicide, seats as red as a blood pool (yeah)
[chorus]
broke glass, i’m spittin’ out blood, uh, i’m sh*t out of luck (yeah)
i spent too much motherf*ckin’ money in the club (yeah)
as much as i care about you, i’ll k!ll myself ‘fore i show you love
motherf*ckers rap like the rent’s due, b*tch, i rap like the rent’s past due for six months
hold your breath, don’t breathe until i tell you to
at the door it’s death, how i k!ll me by supporting you?
hold your breath, don’t breathe until i tell you to
at the door it’s death, how i k!ll me by supporting you?
[verse 2]
f*ck up, girl, i hate you
i’m talkin’ out my ass (yeah)
prescription pills had kept me sane, i don’t know how long that’ll last (hm)
copped a qp of exotic, i’m getting sick of just rolling up grass (ha)
molly got me out my body, mix old with the new, actavis in the flask
do you mean that threat? b*tch, i’ll k!ll myself, i don’t care
the shooter won’t get paid though, life’s not fair
got stabbed in the back but the knife’s not there
run away from your past, just smoke in the air
what was all that that you spoke in there?
makeshift sh*t, slime, poke that b*tch
i don’t need nothin’ else, been tryna get rich
[chorus]
spittin’ out blood (blood), uh, i’m sh*t out of luck (out of luck, yeah)
i spent too much motherf*ckin’ money in the club (yeah)
as much as i care about you, i’ll k!ll myself ‘fore i show you love
motherf*ckers rap like the rent’s due, b*tch, i rap like the rent’s past due for six months
hold your breath, don’t breathe until i tell you to
at the door it’s death, how i k!ll me by supporting you?
hold your breath, don’t breathe until i tell you to
at the door it’s death, how i k!ll me by supporting you?
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