Black Jeep

Mackned, yeah
 Lil Peep, yeah
 GothBoiClique
 Cold Hart
 GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans
 Whip the M4, I don't whip the M3
 GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me
 GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga)
 Got a bad white girl with me, yeah
 Got a bad black girl with me, yeah
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
 Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam)
 We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah)
 She was probably thinkin' 'bout me (thinkin' 'bout me)
 I was probably thinkin' 'bout cheese ('bout cheese)
 I was probably thinkin' 'bout my bros ('bout my bros)
 I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows)
 I be on the road, fuckin' hoes (fuckin' hoes)
 This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that's just how it goes)
 This my life, I'm always on the road (always on the road)
 I got addictions (I got addictions)
 They got me trippin' (they got me trippin')
 They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin'), yeah
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah
 You're always on my nerves and you always have been
 Drop the beat and let 'em sing the lyrics like my last bitch
 Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions
 My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up
 I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when)
 You found out I don't love you, I love choices (I love choices)
 I don't ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep
 Me and Lil Tracy, that's the nigga
 Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands
 Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call 'em Tarzan
 I don't ever think I drove without contraband
 GBC, I'm ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned)
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
 Black rain, locked doors
 Can't ask for more
 Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour
 Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars
 I don't think I'll ever need to go back to sleep
 You will never know what you really meant to me
 Rip my jeans, split my pills into three
 For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed?
 Nobody, yeah, nobody
 Can make me feel like you do
 Nobody, yeah, nobody
 Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain't there, oh
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
 
 Mackned, yeah
 Lil Peep, yeah
 GothBoiClique
 Cold Hart
 GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans
 Whip the M4, I don't whip the M3
 GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me
 GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga)
 Got a bad white girl with me, yeah
 Got a bad black girl with me, yeah
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
 Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam)
 We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah)
 She was probably thinkin' 'bout me (thinkin' 'bout me)
 I was probably thinkin' 'bout cheese ('bout cheese)
 I was probably thinkin' 'bout my bros ('bout my bros)
 I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows)
 I be on the road, fuckin' hoes (fuckin' hoes)
 This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that's just how it goes)
 This my life, I'm always on the road (always on the road)
 I got addictions (I got addictions)
 They got me trippin' (they got me trippin')
 They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin'), yeah
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah
 You're always on my nerves and you always have been
 Drop the beat and let 'em sing the lyrics like my last bitch
 Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions
 My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up
 I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when)
 You found out I don't love you, I love choices (I love choices)
 I don't ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep
 Me and Lil Tracy, that's the nigga
 Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands
 Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call 'em Tarzan
 I don't ever think I drove without contraband
 GBC, I'm ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned)
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
 Black rain, locked doors
 Can't ask for more
 Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour
 Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars
 I don't think I'll ever need to go back to sleep
 You will never know what you really meant to me
 Rip my jeans, split my pills into three
 For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed?
 Nobody, yeah, nobody
 Can make me feel like you do
 Nobody, yeah, nobody
 Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain't there, oh
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
 Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
 And I got a couple black girls on me
 And I got a couple white girls on me
 And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah