Comethazine - 500 Hours lyrics

D-D-D-Div, don't do it to 'em yeah (Bitch)
Mmm (yeah)
Yeah (Comethazine in this bitch, nigga, I'm piped the fuck up)
Bitch, yeah five hundred hours
Mmm, mmm, mmm
(Five hundred hours, I've been up
In this bitch, nigga, get the fuck)
Yeah, bitch (Bitch) , ayy (yeah)
Five hundred hours (M-m-m) mmm

Still ain't been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)
Bitch, don't stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy
(Go) said "Why I gotta leave
After you undressed me?"
Made up a lie so the ho don't press me
Told that bitch "I gotta go
Pick up my jetski" bitch up her ass
'cause she comin' wit' me (No)
She sound silly, so I burst out laughing
I'm about to make this ho
Regret what she asked me
Really wanna know if you can go, bitch
Hell no
Wouldn't save a ho if she broke her elbow
Nigga hit my phone talkin' tough, oh hell no
First of all, nigga
What the fuck you yell for?
Secondly, question be
"Do you know who you yellin' at?"
Tell him that
Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder
"How does he know that?"
'Cause every time you smoke around me
I be smellin' that
Nigga hit my phone talkin' tough, oh hell no
First of all, nigga
What the fuck you yell for?
Secondly, question be
"Do you know who you yellin' at?"
Tell him that
Comethazine blew his melon back
I smoke Thrax, you inhale on the Reggie pack
Bet you probably wonder
"How does he know that?"
'Cause every time you smoke around me
I be smellin' that

'Cause every time-'Cause every time
You smoke around me-You smoke around me
Five hundred-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi
Five-Five hundred hours
Still ain't been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)
Bitch, don't stress me
Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy
(Go) five hundred hours