First Blood

She the queen of the pop off
Can't talk cuz of lock jaw
She the one to make my name
Feel a little less soft now

She the one to take your ears
And cut em like Van Gogh
She the one to take your years
She the one to go Rambo

She the one to go Rambo
Come back late to attack with no ammo
Bullet proof vest and a heart like commando
Moscow shawty in the back gon stand close
Moscow shawty in the back gon help you
Moscow shawty in the back gon tell you
Don't risk it all like the high school tan you
You don't wanna feel like the king of the world
Do you

Do you really wanna feel like you is a queen
Choked by the taste of a beautiful king
Red in your hair and blood on the scene
Genie in a bottle that is what you need
Seen me with a model
Skinny she feign
I'm sorry that I left so fast with the speed
I just wanna drown emotionless please
I just wanna drown emotionless please

She the queen of the pop off
Can't talk cuz of lock jaw
She the one to make my name
Feel a little less soft now

She the one to take your ears
And cut em like Van Gogh
She the one to take your years
She the one to go Rambo

Baby why you feel like you need that
Baby why you feel like you aint got no path
I just wanna bask in the feeling that I once had
I don't need you in my ear acting like so sad
I don't need you in my rear
I dont wanna go back

Tell me your something I need
I don't need money or weed
Baby I can not believe
Eyes so red that they deceive
Eyes so red that they deceived me

She the queen of the pop off
Can't talk cuz of lock jaw
She the one to make my name
Feel a little less soft now

She the one to take your ears
And cut em like Van Gogh
She the one to take your years
She the one to go Rambo



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Green, Rory Green, Joseph Mcalinden
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