End of disscusion lyrics

by

XXXTENTACION


Hook
You hating on me
It's end of discussion
You just text dump me
It's end of discussion
Tired of these f*ck n*gga
b*tch n*gga It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion x2

Verse 1
It's end of discussion
My main b*tch she russian
I tired being in a slump god
Shout out to slump god
Now i maybe ugly
But i want some respect
You never wanted me
Now you wanna date me (what)
Nawfside n*gga
I got 40 triggas
I got 40 in my refrigerator
You n*ggas ya affecting us
You hate that i'm acting up
But i do not give a f*ck
You n*ggas stay acting up
But i do not give a f*ck
You b*tches stay acting up
But i do not give a f*ck
You f*ck with my feeling
Now i give a f*ck
You play with my money
You bounce like a bunny (grah)

Hook
You hating on me
It's end of discussion
You just text dump me
It's end of discussion
Tired of these f*ck n*gga
b*tch n*gga It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion
It's end of discussion x2

Verse 2
Look
I do not give a f*ck
I'm gonna f*ck around
And run it up
f*ck around shoot it up
Tell me where the money at
f*ck boy give it up
I said it
f*ck you to all of my ex’s
Especially ones that dumped me over
A f*cking text message
Takeoff that is my motherf*cking idle
Go to church and read the bible
I drop off my flow
But y'all n*ggas want pick it up
You face on the ground pick it up
Yo sh*t on the ground pick it up
Yo piece on the ground pick it up
I don't no damn suit and tie
Justin timberlake b*tch n*gga you a lie
Walk in yo trap
To yo money gon
pus*y n*gga i told you i'm takin it
King of the serpents that is my brother
Takeoff my idle
Snoop dogg my uncle
You not a killa n*gga
Cook dope with my skillet n*gga
All you can eat buffet n*gga
It's the real chiraq
n*gga body so fat is a backpack
I love my baby
She always on mind
And i stay brazy
When i don’t see her it driving me crazy
I came from the nawf
3 years old i said f*ck golf
Compact yo ass like my name was wall-e
R.I.P pappy
Swerve in my caddy
Money flow through
My pockets
I fatten my pockets
You get hit with the rocket
You explode like you was a hot pocket
You shooting at me
It's the end of discussion

(grah)

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