Black Jeep

Mackned, yeah

Lil Peep, yeah

GothBoiClique

Cold Hart

GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans

Whip the M4, I don't whip the M3

GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me

GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga)

Got a bad white girl with me, yeah

Got a bad black girl with me, yeah

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)

And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me

And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah

Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam)

We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah)

She was probably thinkin' 'bout me (thinkin' 'bout me)

I was probably thinkin' 'bout cheese ('bout cheese)

I was probably thinkin' 'bout my bros ('bout my bros)

I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows)

I be on the road, fuckin' hoes (fuckin' hoes)

This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that's just how it goes)

This my life, I'm always on the road (always on the road)

I got addictions (I got addictions)

They got me trippin' (they got me trippin')

They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin'), yeah

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)

And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me

And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah

You're always on my nerves and you always have been

Drop the beat and let 'em sing the lyrics like my last bitch

Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions

My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up

I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when)

You found out I don't love you, I love choices (I love choices)

I don't ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep

Me and Lil Tracy, that's the nigga

Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands

Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call 'em Tarzan

I don't ever think I drove without contraband

GBC, I'm ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned)

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)

And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me

And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah

Black rain, locked doors

Can't ask for more

Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour

Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars

I don't think I'll ever need to go back to sleep

You will never know what you really meant to me

Rip my jeans, split my pills into three

For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed?

Nobody, yeah, nobody

Can make me feel like you do

Nobody, yeah, nobody

Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain't there, oh

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)

And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy

Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep

And I got a couple black girls on me

And I got a couple white girls on me

And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah