Off The Planet - wifisfuneral, Bryce Hase

Mhm, yuh, ayy

Ayy, hol' up

Last night, I took a trip off the planet

I know that the drugs doin' damage

Got money to blow, I don’t panic

In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit

So I don’t care, yeah, this shit mean nothing

Life’s not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit

Two thots on me, see my heart on me (Ayy, yuh, ayy)

Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party (Uh, ayy, hol' up)

I say we should spin the block just like he owe us somethin'

Bad bitch done fucked me for a Birkin, I don’t owe her nothin'

I say, «Fuck this rap shit if it’s back to this trap shit»

I make a brick turn out ten like it’s magic

I almost broke my fuckin' wrist just to remix out a brick

Ayy, fuck 12, they ain’t see shit, that’s why my bank account on thick

Meanwhile, you fuck 'round with them jits, show my double cup too much

Tell me who to trust, my diamonds don’t clusterfuck

Little bitches up, gat sized when I’m talkin' trust

I smoke this gus, okay, my mind raisin', time shiftin'

Time takin', I can’t take no high taker, I’m too high lately

I’m too lockjaw and I’m not patient

Baby, fuck with me

I got plug numbers settle num’s like put some trust on me

What’s the word?

Would you come and fuck with the kid?

Like, bitch, I’m up 50, this shit just make no sense

My niggas posted with them sticks outside, no protesters

Last night, I took a trip off the planet

I know that the drugs doin' damage

Got money to blow, I don’t panic

In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit

So I don’t care, yeah, this shit mean nothing

Life’s not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit

Two thots on me, see my heart on me

Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party

Hol' up