Where do I go?

I just got his hoe, hittin' on my phone

She likes me 'cause I rock all designer clothes

I told her "keep it on the low"

I be getting it in, plug hit me for the low

I be in Mexico smoking Dro

Shoutout to the plugg, you already know

We be in this bitch, aye cooking on the stove

Cooking on the stove

Baby, let me know

Baby, how you feeling?

We can go for a stroll

Blaze it down

Baby, when I smoke I be reaching out the pound

Remember jugging quarter-ounce

Now I sell it by-the-o, if not tell them bounce

I'm smoking moon rocks with a new thot,

And she likes me- said she boombox

When I fuckin' bang it, told her that I be hanging

If you fuckin' need it- baby, I be slanging

I said "baby I be slanging"

With them demons, I be hanging

My best friends, yeah my best friends

I just put Jesus Christ right up on my necklace

I just put a hundred-mil right up on my checklist

Why could I stress? I ain't worried about the next bitch

She ain't seen me in so long

She gon' probably think that I'm dead

And this is my dark twisted fantasy,

Can't get that shit out my head

And I'm not grateful, but I'm dead

She knows I'm alive because I left her on "read"

Fuck sipping green, rather sip on the red

I get too high, I don't know what you said

I need a whole shroom, I don't do caps

I heard he's doing good, how'd he relapse?

Fuck going to school, I don't need class

I'm like- "I can teach myself"

I made a whole album and I was just screaming, but they couldn't help

She told me I had bad luck

I couldn't give it- I'm down to my last fuck, I don't need any help

I was just working, I'm chasing these fast bucks

I don't need any help

Grandma just gave me a cross chain, but I feel like I'm straight from hell

What would you do if I died now?

Am I going to hell?

Never been to jail but I'm stuck in a cell

I don't even know if you want me, But I'm so high, I couldn't tell

Anyway, I got some hundreds- bro go put your ten away

Jakob be slanging that heavy weight

And my bro tall as Lebron, he's like six-eight

She sniffs pills off a switchblade

I was seventeen doing some bad shit-

Ask if I'm crazy, I'm batshit

He made that pack do a backflip

I'm on the shrooms, not acid

And I shouldn't be smoking- but pass that

If you throw up a shot I'mma glass that

Go ask Alice, my ex lil shawty rock palace

She's been gone so long that I'm callous

And I want to sip drank out a chalice

She ain't ask for much- she ain't have shit

She's hanging with me on some bat shit