Low Lids - Halfway House Trap Star

〈Intro〉
What, what, what, what?
Yeah
Fetty on fetty
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Yeah
In this bitch
What, what, what, what?
Yeah
(Skrrt)

〈Verse 1〉
Fetty on fetty on fetty
Skate on thin ice like I'm Gwen Gretsky
Fentanyl, percocets
Got me to heavy
I loved a bitch and that bitch fucking left me
Wavy as ever
Pull up on that jetski
40 on deck if a kid wanna test me
Yellow 〈.?.〉 when the bigs come arrest me
I never fold
Never break with the 〈.?.〉
Too many pills up inside of my belly
I was locked up in space with my celly
Crying for help, but noone fucking helped me
This cycle is sick
I'm still in this shit
I ain't never been healthy
You're more like the goonies
I'm more like the 〈.?.〉
I'm sipping this lean t'll my legs turn to jelly
Gave your bitch meat, I ain't talking the deli
Smoking so hard, we got kicked out the 'tel
Our speakers too loud
And our loud was too smelly
I won't stop this shit, t'll i make my mom wealthy
I don't like a bitch, just the lies that they tell me
I'm stuck for a grip
The persona they sell me
〈Bridge〉
What, what, what, what?

〈Verse 2〉
Fetty on fetty on fetty
Still on the drugs
Still on the percs
Still on that fentanyl t'll i revert
The day of my death is the day of my birth
My whole life an unfortunate curse
They say it gets better
It only gets worse
My happiness lies where I'm dead in the dirt
Gun to my head and I blow it like Kurt
My eye lids as low as my worth
Stay with a boar like I served
Sipping on syrup
Smoking on 〈.?.〉
Me with yo bitch and your bitch give me slurp
Smoking on 〈.?.〉 t'll I'm tasting 〈.?.〉
You say you rockin' your waste and your worth
I don't love a bitch
I ain't chasing no skirts
Signs on the street like I'm dirt
Rolling with darts
I ain't talking the Nerf
Run up with me and get murdered
Stay the fuck out of my turf
You just a dick bro you're 'bout to get jerked
Me and the reaper we flirt
What, what, what, what?