Straw Chairs - $uicideboy$

Shawty wanna fuck

Told her, «Bitch, you outta luck, came only to smoke»

No, this ain’t no joke, I don’t fuck bitches I don’t know or trust

Got a dozen blunts of dust and bitch, I’m 'bout to burn

No, it ain’t your turn

Blunts to my face

Solo blowin' smoke rings, choking

I’m a dope fiend, smoking 'till my death I’m hoping

Put me in my coffin, 'cause I’m coughin' up my lungs

(Put me in my coffin, 'cause I’m coughin' up my lungs)

Bitches keep on calling, but I ain’t got no service

PayPal me that cash if you looking for verses

Always on narcotics, even when I say I stopped it

Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis

Twenty cigarettes in my motherfucking car

Ridin' 'round town, I just popped a half a bar

Ridin' with your bitch, as she bust down the cigar

Yeah, I’m ridin' with yo bitch, as she bust down the cigar, I’m sayin'