I'm too lazy to name this

Bitches keep on walkin'
And these pussies get talkin'
Hopeless they been out of options
Keep on grinding I ain't stoppin'

BITCHES WANT ME BAD
GET HER AND LIGHT A PACK
DON'T GO EMPTY OUT THE MAG
DROP HIS BODY LIKE IT'S TAG

Pullin' out that draco
Been sippin on that faygo
You smokin' on that weak shit
(Fuck off lil bitch)

Brain matter splatter
Serve him raw up on a platter
Your opinion doesn't matter
Sippin' tea like the mad hatter

Sick of all the chatter
I've been sick of the potions
I don't feel love no I don't feel emotions
Your bitch been on my back and shes sippin on my potion
Told her I don't love her but she give me motion
Motion and potions I'm causing a camotion
You get punched once and knocked out I call it lowkey
She called me hot and cold not Todorki
Your bitch been out of line, so I hit from behind
Test me fuck I'll break your spine, don't go talking like I'm fine
I've been sick out of my mind, send my preys up to sky
I can only talk in lies, Fuck it I should go and die

I've been sick of your shit, since we fucking began
If you want a test the dick, well thats high in demand
On that goth boy chiche, so yk im the man
If tryna catching catch me lacking, I guess you're a fan
They been staring at me watching, grab a glock and keep it poppin'
Russian rullet I ain't droppin', keep on crying don't go stoppin'
I'm so sick of the talking, and they hate me when I'm walkin'
Spit my words they call me toxic, Just to change the fucking topic
Like you really tryna top it, Fuck off bitch you best stop it

Bitches keep on walkin'
And these pussies get talkin'
Hopeless they been out of options
Keep on grinding I ain't stoppin'

BITCHES WANT ME BAD
GET HER AND LIGHT A PACK
DON'T GO EMPTY OUT THE MAG
DROP HIS BODY LIKE IT'S TAG



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Writer(s): Gross 811
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