Scrim - guns n' roses

Lonely boy (you did good, $lick) (It's a smash) Ay Hop out the four-by-four, get a opp folded, yeah My bitch love rock star shit, Guns N' Roses, yeah (whoa) I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (gold mouth), yeah Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out (sold out), yeah Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out (peeled out) I'm poppin' them pills for years, so there ain't much I feel now (feel now), yeah Hop out Balenci', whoa, hop out in Vetements (Vetements) Step out the Rick, uh, step out the elements (elements), yeah Poppin' on tranq's, I'm high as an elephant, yeah Spinnin' in York, uh, high off the ketamine, yeah Hang out the roof, uh, top off the casket, yeah Slut out the coupe, fuck her in traffic, yeah Hop off the Porsche, swingin' that ratchet, yeah Hop in the Wraith, uh, block out the static, uh (yeah) Chrome out the face, uh, chrome out the blick (yeah) Slut out the ho, fuck out the fit, uh Sip out the four, numb out the fix (yeah) Fired the port, took all the risks Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (face, ain't worried 'bout nothin') Hop out the four-by- (four-by-), yeah Hop out the four-by-four (four-by-four) Look at my face, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Face, ain't worried 'bout nothin') Hop out the four-by-four, get a opp folded, yeah My bitch love rockstar shit, Guns N' Roses, yeah (whoa) I'm on my top dog shit, fanged up, gold mouth (gold mouth), yeah Drugs on pop-star shit, they all sold out (sold out), yeah Sippin' on drop, my momma can't look, she say I got dead eyes Uh, I let 'em talk 'cause these motherfuckers more dead than they realize Uh, tell by my face, ain't worried 'bout shit, that rubber get peeled out (peeled out) I'm poppin' them pills for years, so there ain't much I feel now