[Verse 1: yunggoth✰]
b*tch, I'm off twelve Xans, I can't feel you, no (No-no)
Drape on my left, fu*k blood, I just want you, babe
Back on that wock, no love, just that bank account
Been rich, fu*k cliques, get no handouts
Jet lag so bad, been like a bank account
Oh well, oh fail, fu*k love, I die in hell
b*tch so fab, fitted all my b*tches well
Look in the bank, got her singing, she not feeling well
Oh, 'cause she's sweaty and I'm dead
So sweaty in my lap, oh, dying from the MAC
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
Hellboy, Hellboy
Pull up and they smell, boy
MacBook on my arm
I ain't got no Dell, boy
Your b*tch, my b*tch
Same sh*t, fu*k sh*t
fu*k this, life su*ks
Wrists slit, su*k my dick
Three 6, nice whips
White rice, b*tches sniff
I'ma throw a sh*t fit
Pull up and I dip quick
Pull up and she su*k my dick
Six hoes on my sh*t
I'm a young white prick
White coke, white dick