[Lyric] Bby press ($lim Gucci)

[Intro]
$uicide
This is Slute, killed me (?)
Pop a bean, man I'm looking really mean, Gucci
Baby press, no it's never what it seems, and I'm
I'm still depressed, still be drinkin' all my lean just to
Relieve the stress of a codependent fiend, say it

[Verse]
Where my checks? No respect comin' out your neck
With no regret, every motherfuckin' word I meant
I'm not upset, just got trauma that won't go to bed
Won't let me rest, voices that I hеar inside my head
I'm off the rot whеn I'm cruisin' to the south side
LA-youngin-player, and you know I'm known to let it ride
Bitch I slice him with the devil in my Calvin Klein's
Glock to my head, round the block to catch your mom and pop
When a pause hit my drink, I stay loaded-loaded
When I snort away the day, I think 'bout overdosing
But why it makes me feel okay, I think that's more important
These fuckin' toxins in my brain, they got me all distorted
[Chorus]
Pop a bean, man I'm looking really mean, Gucci
Baby press, no it's never what it seems, and I'm
I'm still depressed, still be drinkin' all my lean just to
Relieve the stress of a codependent fiend, say it
Pop a bean, man I'm looking really mean, Gucci
Baby press, no it's never what it seems, and I'm
I'm still depressed, still be drinkin' all my lean just to
Relieve the stress of a codependent fiend-