Dead Friends - Retch

Light up the gas, got my foot on the gas

Got my foot on they neck, put my hood up my neck

I’ma flood the Patek, I’ma fuck up a check

I’ma fuck up a sack, I’ma get it right back

I’ma pick up a backend, I go see the plug with the backend

They ballin' my phone 'cause the pack in

It feel like plain fabric

I dab in the lavish, can’t settle for average, uh

Can’t hit no bitch if she average

Can’t love that bitch 'cause that pussy got too many mileage

Seen so much violence, my nigga, that’s too many bodies

Too many guns, so that’s too many homis

I had to go head to head with my demons

I see my dead friends at night when I’m dreamin'

Might swipe your wife and I’m swipin' at Neimans

Jump off a flight, put this pipe in your BM

Lace up the profit, get right with the brodie

I’m out in traffic at night with the forty

One thing that come with this life, it get lonely

I’m at the crib with the pint on the Dually

Sip up the pint and I lite up the dotie

Take flight on the dotie, can’t fight with my whoadies

Smokin' exotic from right out the OZ

Approach me too close, you lil' bitch, you don’t know me

I be too faded off OG and codeine

Way too sedated, I feel like I’m floating

Numb to the pain, I refrain and I’m sober

I got a flight to the A in the morning

I cannot hit just one bitch 'cause it’s boring

I fuck like five times a day when I’m touring

Stand in the rain, takin' shit, leave the only

Hearin' 'em grieving, the sound that’s important

Huh, my lil' bitch, she from Paris, imported

Just been in the stu' bustin' plays and recording

I had to fall back 'cause them hoes is exhausting, for real, huh

I tried to give niggas some game and they crossed me

These niggas they claim but them bitches is costly

I fought 'gainst the state and that shit really cost me, for real

I know one thing, that my bitch gon' support me

And she gon' do more 'cause that bitch, she adore me

I ride with it on me 'cause they tryna off me for real, yeah

We pull up with shit that they got in the army

Shit I had that stick on me, shoppin' in Barneys

Yeah, I keep that stick, I ain’t talkin' Atari, for real, yeah