Dead Idols 2.0 - Lil Seltrah, ITSOKTOCRY

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