ive been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation ive been screwing on the tracks of abandoned train stations
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I’m driving I’m glad and I’m styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I’m gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying to fuck now
Naw you ain’t getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
Every time that i sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than i need to
I will tear the petals off of you
Rose red i will make you tell the truth
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yea she was asking you for it
Did she ask you twice?
Every time that i stare into the sun
Angel dust and my dress just comes undone
Every time that I stare into the sun
Be a model or just look like one
