WBLM

By 2gaudy

Released on January 23, 2020

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[Intro]

Ayy Fitz, this is crazy


[Chorus]

Don't know what it was

Maybe it was drugs

Maybe it's the pills that you're taking

Nowadays don't give a fuck

Falling in and out of love

Think you knew me but you are surely mistaken

Patek froze on my wrist, there's a boulder

She said she's cold, you should know my heart's colder

I won't fold

Keep the strap, that bitch holstered

Take my soul, that's the goal, soon it's over


[Verse]

Killer on the loose, what's the motive

I might run a train, locomotive

I had to whip it in a Range, not an old Benz

I had to cut all my strings, fuck the fake friends (they don't like me)

Run it up, I'll have to make ends meet

Playing hoes like Smash Bros, can't be beat

Hit a pole with a Rav4, sippin' ice tea

Why the fuck all these fuck niggas want to be like me

Wanna be like me, bitch you not though

Hoe, you angry, that's just not cool

Tote the semi, yeah, automatic

Bitch, if you are not a friendly, we going spastic


[Chorus]

Don't know what it was

Maybe it was drugs

Maybe it's the pills that you're taking

Nowadays don't give a fuck

Falling in and out of love

Think you knew me but you are surely mistaken

Patek froze on my wrist, there's a boulder

She said she's cold, you should know my heart's colder

I won't fold

Keep the strap, that bitch holstered

Take my soul, that's the goal, soon it's over