Find Me

Find me, I'm tired of you fxcks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding

Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fxcking tiring

Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting

Pus3y boy, you can fxcking

Find me, find me

You can fxcking find me, find me

I can fxcking find me, find me

You can fxcking find me, find me

Knock your fxcking head, off your shoulders, pus3y leave you slumped out

Used to give a fxck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now

Play with pus3y like it's tamagotchi, I'mma bust now

Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown

Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed

Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer

Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you

Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper

I'm throwing blood, I feel glory

Do not put me on your story

I sauce you up, make it gory

They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo

Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo

Running yo' sh!t, like I'm Deebo

B!tch I'm a punk, I am not no hero

Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo

I'm the new Sid Vicious

Disturbing motherfxckers, is you down with the sickness

Groupie b!tches, need to get up out my mentions

Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limpin'

I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition

You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic

Part amystic, pus3y boy you better listen

It feel like Christmas, but I don't fxck with religion