Ya, ya
Lil Peep, bitch
Boy Froot, ya
Bitch I'm finna glow, rollin' my weed (Rollin' my weed)
All black clothes, goth ho on me (Goth ho on me)
Hittin' up my phone want me take her shopping (Take her shopping)
But now I'm in my zone at the club, popping
Fifty missed calls but I ain't texting back (I ain't texting back)
Bitch it's Boy Froot, Lil Peep smoking thraxx (Smoking thraxx)
And my pocket's deep, y'all that shit's mad fat
Body in the creek, next to a black cat (Next to a black cat, bitch)
All alone, I had no one on my own
Now I'm on my phone, smokin' dope
And I hate my fuckin' life, ayy, ayy
All alone, I had no one on my own
Now I'm on my phone, smokin' dope
And I hate my fuckin' life