That that new jam
Fuck life, fuck feelings, smoke propane
Pussy fuck at the crib, I can't feel pain
Black heart, black lungs, black boot stain
There's a snake in my boot, I can't feel, ayy
Gnaw flesh, yeah, like my pussy's wet, yuh
Grip right with the TEC, yuh
You might need a vest, ayy
FTP my chest, yuh
She seen my arrest, yeah (huh?)
She think that I'm viral, yuh
This bitch would like to have sex
Ayyyy
Pull up on the block, ayy, yuh (What's that?)
Lil' bitch this a Glock, ayy, yuh
Stop that, my eyes look like raw egg, ayy, yuh
Get it on, heard you shop at Ross, ayy, yuh, what's that?
