Hurt [Prod. Suicideyear]

Suicideyear

Woo

Sad Boys

Shawty I'm a' do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you, in my crib, cause

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

Shawty I'm a' do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you, in my crib, cause

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

Sad boys, we on deck

Am I awake? You got to check

Went to sleep, then I came back

I'm the same guy smoking loud pack

Iced out, right back

Pcp attack

Greedy pills hoes, on my ball sack

They don't know how to act

High tech watch

High tech locked

Broken skies, fantastic fox

Got keys, but I'll never find the lock

Emotion boys we in the ufo

Skies pink when I'm on ecstacy

In Tokyo, playing Mario

Sad Boys blast your stereos

Sucking on my nuts like pistachios

Mixing Champagne with Carpaccio

Slangin dough

Ho I'm in that polo

Stacks of money, more for you

Milkshakes with the crushed up oreos

I'm in Italy, Rodeo

Forgive me after my death

Caravaggio

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis goons who finna trip on lsd acid tabs

Let them in

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis goons who finna trip on lsd acid tabs

Let them in

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

B***h I light up the sky

Call me Charmeleon

Life on the line

I ain't Charmander

But I'm nearly on

Clearly on drugs

That will make you hear clearly wrong

Longer than my yearly bong hit

Shawty thinks she's guest star Lean

Lean Doer dresses slicker

I'm so iced out that it's Winter

Destroy my stupid liver

I be on that bape s**t

You rocking Quicksilver

Never hesitate, s**t

To pull the trigger

Luxurious, ate before my dinner

Throw Bombay down the river

Yea, you get that picture

Gold and silver around my finger

Shorty on that West Side s**t

Gold digger, wake up

And I'm a winner

Showering in 5 star

Ho take that look in the mirror

I'm on my grind

Like all the time

B***h I'm Murakami

Shawty sucking on my pastrami

Get that salami

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

Shawty I'm a' do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you, in my crib, cause

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

Shawty I'm a' do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you, in my crib, cause

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

Louis duffel bag filled with Heroin

Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with Heroin

Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with Heroin

I'm a' I'm a' I'm a' make you hurt

I'm a' make you hurt

Sad Boys