Lyrics Dead Idols 2.0 - Lil Seltrah, ITSOKTOCRY

Dead Idols 2.0

Sacrificial situations, sleepin' on a couch
Everybody flaow, miss me with that ho' shit, hit em' with my spouse
All my bitches, they from Hell, all my haters, they gon' fall
You all fail, you all smell, you all wear fake Gucci belts, yuh
All my idols dead—All my idols dead
No wonder I’m depressed—No wonder I’m depressed
I got demons in my head—I got demons in my head
All that bad press keep them fed—All that bad press keep them fed
Yeah
Shout-out to my guy Justforkicks96 for hooking me up with some jeebie-weebies.
I’m going to be looking fresh as fuck smoking doinks all day, getting high
stoned off of the stinky-winky skunk-skunk.
Fuck 12
Wolfgang in my hand, that’s my beam, number fourty
I be gettin' hit while watchin' Rick And Morty, ayy (Okay)
I’m on my own set, I be smokin' on that indie
My shawty insist that we fuck, and now she little bit, ayy
VVS shinin', fuck a socket, I got diamonds
Manager man, we smokin' doinks inside the Hyatt
She said she never date a toppy, baby try it
I been shittin' on you, so sorry I’m not sorry, ayy