Cellophane (feat. Yung Zime) lyrics

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')