Lyrics 500 Hours – Comethazine
Still ain’t been sleep, PTSD
B**ch, don’t stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before s**t get messy
Said, Why I gotta leave after you undressed me
Made up a lie so the ho don’t press me
Told that b**ch I gotta go pick up my jetski
B**ch up her a*s, ’cause she comin’ wit’ me
She sound silly, so I burst out laughing
I’m about to make this ho regret what she asked me
Really wanna know if you can go, b**ch, hell no
Wouldn’t save a ho if she broke her elbow
N**ga hit my phone talkin’ tough, oh hell no
First of all, n**ga, what the f**k you yell for
Secondly, question be, Do you know who you yellin’ at
Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder, How does he know that
‘Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin’ that
N**ga hit my phone talkin’ tough, oh hell no
First of all, n**ga, what the f**k you yell for
Secondly, question be, Do you know who you yellin’ at
Tell him that, Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder, How does he know that
‘Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin’ that
‘Cause every time, ’cause every time
You smoke around me-You smoke around me
Five-hundred-fi-fi-fi-fi
Five-five-hundred hours
Still ain’t been sleep, PTSD
B**ch, don’t stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before s**t get messy
Five-hundred hours…
➤ Written by Comethazine, div
Album: Bawskee 5
Produced by div
Comethazine | 2022
