Young Nihil - Behind Bars Lyrics

Yeah
Bitch ima pop for the hell of it
Ran out of fucks to give like I'm a celibate
I just be smoking all night when depression hit
Fuck it we balling and ima just relish it
Roll up a 8 in the back of the whip
Dirty the sprite with a deuce and I sip
Rock out the show and I hang with your bitch
And she rolled me a zip now she wanna unzip
Drown with exotic and bitches galore
I speak with designers rock Christian Dior
A zip ain't enough send a hoe to get more
The shit that I'm smoking don't come from the store
I pop me a bar and it help me relax
Mentally ready for war like Iraq
I'm off a xan for the panic attack
Cause I hit up the plug and I spent like a rack (Bitch!)
Pass me that shit
Yeah, now
Hahahaha yeah
That's how I feel bitch
Back in the whip with the shooters
Fuck all of y'all ima crush up a bar
Half up the nose I put have in the jar
Mix it with henny the kid is bizarre
Shit I'm popping in school and I smoking a star
Drop me a bean for the team
Mix it with lean and I'm rocking Celine
Wake up and pop that's my fucking routine
And if y'all got a problem get hit with a beam
Spoke with the devil he told me to chill out
Knife in my stomach and watch the guts spill out
Smoking too fat like I'm hanging with Lizzo
I reach for the bars then my head hit the pillow
Wake up next day and I'm back on my bullshit
Boutta re up with the plug he got new shit
Hop in the beam off a bar and go stupid
Pop till I'm dead cause I hate feeling lucid

Yeah
Bitch ima pop for the hell of it
Ran out of fucks to give like I'm a celibate
I just be smoking all night when depression hit
Fuck it we balling and ima just relish it
Roll up a 8 in the back of the whip
Dirty the sprite with a deuce and I sip
Rock out the show and I hang with your bitch
And she rolled me a zip now she wanna unzip
Drown with exotic and bitches galore
I speak with designers rock Christian Dior
A zip ain't enough send a hoe to get more
The shit that I'm smoking don't come from the store
I pop me a bar and it help me relax
Mentally ready for war like Iraq
I'm off a xan for the panic attack
Cause I hit up the plug and I spent like a rack (Bitch!)
Pass me that shit
Yeah, now
Hahahaha yeah
That's how I feel bitch
Back in the whip with the shooters
Fuck all of y'all ima crush up a bar
Half up the nose I put have in the jar
Mix it with henny the kid is bizarre
Shit I'm popping in school and I smoking a star
Drop me a bean for the team
Mix it with lean and I'm rocking Celine
Wake up and pop that's my fucking routine
And if y'all got a problem get hit with a beam
Spoke with the devil he told me to chill out
Knife in my stomach and watch the guts spill out
Smoking too fat like I'm hanging with Lizzo
I reach for the bars then my head hit the pillow
Wake up next day and I'm back on my bullshit
Boutta re up with the plug he got new shit
Hop in the beam off a bar and go stupid
Pop till I'm dead cause I hate feeling lucid