Cocoscars - NAILSPAINTED! (feat. JT!) Lyrics

My Glock make you tiptoe, Michael Jackson
I'll break your heart, I'm so sorry, Ms. Jackson
I'll stomp your head, but I'm still in a fashion
My fit always hard, bitch, I'm never lackin
Don't got a bitch, they always be naggin
Shoot you in a spine, bitch, look like you laggin
Stackin' this bread, Hi Benjamin Franklin
Poppin Addy's, don't need aspirin
Tearin' you up, you soft as a napkin
All I be smokin' is OG cookie
He never pull up like lil bro playin hookie
I just took your bitch and my nails painted
I promise, brodie, I'm not the pussy
My bro aim for a heads, so lil nigga don't push me
Smokin' gelato, ain't smokin' no cookie
Feds in my phone, keep on lurkin, said, nigga, come book me
I say, hold up, I'm up next, could you look please
The fit is exquisite, the windows is tinted
I'm out of breath, you would think I was sprintin
Don't pray to a god, so I'll always be sinnin
If this was a race, yo slow ass, won't be winnin
Demons in my head, so I don't ever fit in
They talkin' too much had to silence my vision
I'm tired of makin' dumb decisions
Mix lean wit my brain, I call that a collision
Swear you don't know how I'm feelin
Mixin' pills just for the thrill, feels like my brain is peelin
When I'm off the drugs, I'm numb
But when I'm sober, swear I feel the pain Inside my head is healin
When I'm right, I swear I'll get you right, I mean it
I swear I mean it
You can't come home
You can't come home tonight
Cause I'm out of my mind and I'm losin' my sanity
Don't try to play with me, swear that I pray to bleed
My Glock make you tiptoe, Michael Jackson
I break your heart, I'm so sorry, Miss Jackson
Ill stomp your head, but I'm still in the fashion
My fit always hard, bitch, I'm never lackin
Don't got a bitch, they always be naggin
Shoot you in the spine, bitch, you look like you lackin
Stackin' this bread, hi Benjamin Franklin
Poppin addies, don't need aspirin
Tearin' you up, you soft as a napkin
All I be smokin' is OG cookie
He never pull up like, Lil bro playin' hooky
I just took your bitch and my nails painted
I promise, Brodie, I'm not the pussy
Why these lil' boys acting like they know me
Swear I know shooters, ain't talkin' Ginóbili
Poured too much drink, I'm like, bae, can you hold me
Remember them days, I was so f*ckin' lonely
If I said I'm fine, that's the old me
I just pour two fours, I ain't talkin' no kobe
Think I love hi-tech shit is so sweet
I ain't even dead yet, but they ghost me
Got em gasping for air like they choking
Ain't talkin' basketball, but I stroke it
Huh yuh ay
Swear you niggas got no motion
Tryna ride my wave, but this ain't a f*ckin' ocean
Got em, screamin' out, "oh shit"
Think I poured up too much purple potion
Now my mind is f*ckin' floatin
Eyes closed, don't even know where I'm goin
Got my eyes closed, don't even know where I'm goin
My Glock make you tiptoe, Michael Jackson
I break your heart, I'm so sorry, Miss Jackson
I stomp your head, but I'm still in the fashion
My fit always hard, bitch, I'm never lackin
Don't got a bitch, they always be naggin
Shoot you in the spine, bitch, look like you laggin
Stackin' this bread, hi Benjamin Franklin
Poppin addys, don't need Aspirin
Tearin' you up, you soft as a napkin
All I be smokin' is OG cookie
He never pull up like lil bro playin' hooky
I just took your bitch and my nails painted
I promise, brodie, I'm not the pussy
My bro aim for a heads, so lil nigga don't push me
Smokin' gelato, ain't smokin' no cookie
Feds in my phone, keep on lurkin, said, nigga, come book me
I say, hold up, I'm up next, could you look please
You can't come home
You can't come home tonight
You can't come home
You can't come home tonight
Alright, bro, switch that hoe one more time