Cellophane (feat. Yung Zime)

Ay, yeah

Let my inner demons out the surface (out the surface)
I know these pussies gon' break, I make 'em nervous (I make 'em nervous)
They just a bunch of losers, let 'em feel worthless (feel worthless)
I couldn't give a fuck, I know they got no purpose
I wouldn't call myself nice, I'm not a blessin' (I'm not a blessin')
So many doin' shit with they life, it's so depressin' (so depressin')
I know what I want, I ain't doin' no guessin' (no guessin')
You bitches gon' die at your work, 'cause you be stressin'

Hundred thousand dollars on the mothafuckin' dresser
I'ma flip that shit for pounds
'Bout a 10x on that play, ya
Hit your fuckin' bitch
While she cuttin' up my powder
50 grams on the mothafuckin' counter (counter)

Bitch, I go insane
Husain
Smokin' like I'm Wu-Tang
God damn
Bitch, I wonder why?
All you lames, you gon' be stessin'
Cop a couple sticks, now my brain be fuckin' lucid

Leave you lookin' beautiful
All wrapped up in your cellophane
Bleeding from your ears
It's like you carry, bitch I'm fuckin' dead
Daddy problems, savage lil bitch with a thick butt
She said: Fuck me good, 'cause my boy, yeah, he a pussy fuck

Your bitch fuckin' wild
But I keep her on the fuckin' low
Your bitch gettin' loud
But I take her down and kill her, bro
Your bitch fuckin' wild
But I keep her on the fuckin' low
Your bitch gettin' loud
But I take her down and kill her, bro

Let my inner demons out the surface (out the surface)
I know these pussies gon' break, I make 'em nervous (I make 'em nervous)
They just a bunch of losers, let 'em feel worthless (feel worthless)
I couldn't give a fuck, I know they got no purpose
I wouldn't call myself nice, I'm not a blessin' (I'm not a blessin')
So many doin' shit with they life, it's so depressin' (so depressin')
I know what I want, I ain't doin' no guessin' (no guessin')
You bitches gon' die at your work, 'cause you be stressin' (you be stressin')