​my back hurts from sleeping on the ground lyrics

[Intro: EDDISON]
(Aletheo)
(EDDISON)
(Edd, what the f*ck?) Ay, huh

[Verse 1: EDDISON]
I keep a little stick on me (LET'S GO!)
Pull up on your b*tch, I make that b*tch, I throw her di*k off me (b*tch)
Hang 'round with the mob because it's hard to keep yo' b*tch off me
Hit em with the PCP pipe, b*tch I got a brick on me (f*ck, b*tch)
I just took a sh*t, I hope them pus*y n*ggas sh*t on me (Aye, huh)
This sh*t Baghdad, I'll kill you for your Cash App, little b*tch (Let's go)
Keep the mess inside, I ain't tryna hide, I'm tryna pull up
Gotta dun, dun, dun, it go blick and *gun noise* (Shut the- up)
b*tch shut the f*ck up, b*tch is you f*ckin' retarded?
On a b*tch who is getting no buckets (Yeah)
Pulled up on 'em with a knife and turn him into chicken nuggets, uh
Where the cigarettes? I'm searching for a roach if I don't get this za
If I put you down, b*tch you won't get back up (Back up)
Said enough, shoot him in the face and now he dead as f*ck (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
P-PCP, f*ckin' on a b*tch and that b*tch Vietnamese (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I had 'em slide it under my door, and it's plain to see (Harded)
Sellin' drugs off of Instagram, DM (Wassup?)
That b*tch in a top, she think that my di*k a piece of poo
I p*ss out of the side of my di*k
Do soo- so do my kids
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
He see me, he feel me when you hide it in the sauce
Red hot chili pepper on the street I hit a cop, cop
Shawty in the crop top, jiggly her titties, b*tch
I'ma sniff til your itty b*tch, in my drop top
Don't have no pity rich, I'ma purchase Japanses wagyu A5
In my field, I had to earn this
I happen to have you pay my bills
Stuntin' in my kitty Earl Sweatshirt, Luke Sky's in a fight
Wantin' a Mercedes, I wanna go by the way it's built
What's up? b*tch I see you lurkin' you hurtin' lil n*gga, pop up (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Suckin' on my di*k while you lickin' me, that's enough nut
Yellin' in my life, you a friend of me 'cause my gut tough
If you talkin' sh*t, I don't care no more, not enough f*cks in me (*sigh*)
You just care 'bout attention, you gettin' tough luck, Timmy
Get to wishin', not dissin', lil n*gga (Yuh, yuh, okay)
Huffed up Whitney, and my cuticles beautiful
n*gga coughed up chimneys like he sent all drugs in the mail