Cold Hart, Yung Bruh - Str3ss3d lyrics

Whoa whoa (whoa whoa)
Whoa whoa (whoa whoa)
God damn
Cold Hart
Thraxxhouse
Yung Bruh, aye
Yeah
Cold Hart

Gettin' fucked up
I've been spending all this money now
With a check and I'm dressin' now
But I still feel depressed now
My emotions got me stressed out
Driving in a drop top
Baby you should lift your top
Hentai shawty, do it all for me
'02 Goth chick
And you know that she through with this
Me and Yung Bruh, we posted in the cut
And we rollin' up blunts, fat blunts

Yung Bruh (Yung Bruh)
Cold Hart (Cold Hart)
Hold up (hold up)
Smoking blunts in a beamer
Baby girl lay yo body down
Yo pussy wet and I wanna drown
I'm the hottest in my fucking town
Back then she dissed me now she fucking now
Yung Bruh, Cold Hart, this that Thraxxhouse
Doing shit you never do so you mad now
Opps talkin' down on me so I laugh now
I be skyping goth chicks 'til I pass out
Yung Bruh, I suffer from depression
Oh, oh