daedalus
yea, bitch
(bitch)
aye
i turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my fucking mind tattoos on my wrist
I get my bitch to tell the time
no i ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
she see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
and I ain't stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
now I think I seen too much I'm X'ing out my eyes
checks on all my exes I got bullets they take lives
I'm in the left lane
two babes
no roof on the highway
white girls
cocaine
caught her on a friday
and she got no soul
long bangs
fuck me on a private plane
got blood inside my white tee ask her if she like pain
I'm on my last line she might take me to the night shade
night lights skylights
she can't do the right thing
and she got no soul
long bangs
fuck me on a private plane
she told me I got bad tendencies ain't that your type bae?
I turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my fucking mind tattoos on my wrist
I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
I ain't stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
man I really think it's killing me I'm X'ing out my eyes
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
and I ain stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
now I think I seen too much I'm X'ing out my eyes
checks on all my exes I got bullets they take lives
it's a late night
but I'm type
mask on my face
crime on my mind
I'm finna drive by
I'm talking homicide
man all these rappers really pussy they don't wanna die
but I'm a different story bitch I like big risks
she a pornstar
eat dick like a picnic
bad bitch with them big lips and she slim thick
I don't know if imma kill or marry this bitch
I turned my room into a murder scene I lost my fucking mind
tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
cus I'm a mad man
she a bad bitch
I could make her blow up
no matches
and no fuse too
I don't lose hoes
like bruno
(are you ready?)
on mars baby what the fuck it do though
tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
she see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
(bitch)
aye
i turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my fucking mind tattoos on my wrist
I get my bitch to tell the time
no i ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
she see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
and I ain't stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
now I think I seen too much I'm X'ing out my eyes
checks on all my exes I got bullets they take lives
I'm in the left lane
two babes
no roof on the highway
white girls
cocaine
caught her on a friday
and she got no soul
long bangs
fuck me on a private plane
got blood inside my white tee ask her if she like pain
I'm on my last line she might take me to the night shade
night lights skylights
she can't do the right thing
and she got no soul
long bangs
fuck me on a private plane
she told me I got bad tendencies ain't that your type bae?
I turned my room into a murder scene
I lost my fucking mind tattoos on my wrist
I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
I ain't stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
man I really think it's killing me I'm X'ing out my eyes
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
and I ain stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife
how you look for trust in me you stay on both sides
now I think I seen too much I'm X'ing out my eyes
checks on all my exes I got bullets they take lives
it's a late night
but I'm type
mask on my face
crime on my mind
I'm finna drive by
I'm talking homicide
man all these rappers really pussy they don't wanna die
but I'm a different story bitch I like big risks
she a pornstar
eat dick like a picnic
bad bitch with them big lips and she slim thick
I don't know if imma kill or marry this bitch
I turned my room into a murder scene I lost my fucking mind
tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain't worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
cus I'm a mad man
she a bad bitch
I could make her blow up
no matches
and no fuse too
I don't lose hoes
like bruno
(are you ready?)
on mars baby what the fuck it do though
tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time
no I ain worried bout no clout with all this money on my line
she see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly
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Writer(s): Sutton Kelley
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