Ya, ya
Lil Peep, bitch
Boy Froot, ya
Bitch Im finna glow, rollin my weed 
All black clothes, goth ho on me 
Hittin up my phone want me take her shopping 
But now Im in my zone at the club, popping
Fifty missed calls but I aint texting back 
Bitch its Boy Froot, Lil Peep smoking thraxx 
And my pockets deep, yall that shits mad fat
Body in the creek, next to a black cat 
All alone, I had no one on my own
Now Im on my phone, smokin dope
And I hate my fuckin life, ayy, ayy
All alone, I had no one on my own
Now Im on my phone, smokin dope
And I hate my fuckin life