Drippyk3x & Skeeza - Delusional

These bitches gon lie to you
& Accuse you of shit that they did they self
You delusional get some help
Want nothing to do with you wish you well
I threw my dime in the wishing well
Said I hope the next one don't give me hell
I want the necc I don't kiss & tell
Skip class with the bitches I missed the bell
Yea yea
Thotty bitch
I knew cause you got all them thotty friends
Should've stayed down could've got a Benz
Could've stacced up all the dividends
Cartier frames see me thru the lens
If you sliding wit two shoot you & ya mans
Don't fucc wit them rats they ah do you in
No auto like durk the mood I'm in
I can't fucc these bitches cause these bitches ran thru
Claimed you with ya cousin bitch you wit another man too
I can't deal with bitches fussing cause I got my hands full
Counting up them bands blue could've touched these bands too
Never face ya problems
Rather run away than talk about it
She say I'm the problem
All I ever did was care about her
Creepin' while I'm sleepin' she a demon bitch a thot thot
Say she got em demons bitch we screamin' make ya blocc hot
Talkin' bout you love me first thing on ya mind be leavin
Figured you was loyal shit I'm buggin' you was treeshin
Leachin', she reachin' don't care if it ain't about her life
Perkys keep me high don't give a fucc cause bitch I'm feelin' right
Used to gettin' fucced and gettin' hit no she on't want love
Knew she was a slut how she succed dicc oh damn I fucced up
DTB it's fucc love
Don't think I'll ever find a wife
Bag it keep me up up
Won't get a verse without a price
From a distance knew she was a fan fan fan
Pulled up on me with a sharpie sign my hand hand hand
Shawty sat there and pretended for these bands bands bands
Should've never cuffed that bitch now I'm like damn damn damn
This Patek is brand new
It could be so simple
Pop you like a pimple
I finesse like pimps do
Watch how I flick my wrist up
Like how I ice my bitch up
Skip towns I spin the Benz truck
And I done made it this far but bitch I been up
A couple opps been sent up
Couple checking ran up
It's long live Taj forever
It's Taj day all September
Smoking thrax I can't remember
I can't never let up
Swerving in a rental
While the drugs fuck up my mental
They all told me that I wouldn't never make it
Told them niggahs shut the fucc up ima boutta have it all
Drippy you a lame you rappin' allat fake shit
How would you know what I've done like you done fuccin' seen it all
We was livin' in them trenches I can't fake it
Momma got us out that shit she said baby it's time to ball
Not gon lie my crib was looking kinda vacant
Had holes in the walls craccs in the floor
No space to walk through halls

Written by:
Brice Cron, Nathan Speiser, Sakai Daniels

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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