f*ck life, f*ck feelings
Smoke propane
pus*y f*ck 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, aye
Gnaw flesh, yeah
Like my pus*y's wet, yeah
Grip right with the tec, yeah
You might need a vest, aye
FTP my chest, yeah
She seen my arrest, yeah
She think that I'm viral, yeah
This b*tch would like to have sex
Aye, pull up on the block, aye, yuh (what's that?)
Lil' b*tch this a Glock, aye, yuh
It's got bad, my eyes on my broad, aye, yuh
Get it up
Heard you shop at Ross, aye, yuh
What's that?