FERDINAND PORSCHE

Pull up on the set
You get left for dead
Stitches in yo fucking neck
Bullets in yo fucking head
Bitch I'm turning fucking red
Better hit the fucking deck
When my hammer cocking back
Bitch I got no respect
If you lack

Stay in yo lane
I run up
Make a stain
Bring the mop
Best keep praying
Fucking pagans
Your fake god
Ain't gonna save you
I be hungry like a cannibal
Got me running like an animal
I be tripping off the chemicals
Racing, Lacing, Off the Adderall

Pull up on the set
You get left for dead
Stitches in yo fucking neck
Bullets in yo fucking head
Bitch I'm turning fucking red
Better hit the fucking deck
When my hammer cocking back
Bitch I got no respect
If you lack

I'm ripping I'm stealing
These bitches be squealing
My bond they appealing
But I keep on stealing
I got no hard feelings
Bitch I am a demon
Swallow my seamen
My ears keep on steaming
My eyes keep on beaming
My ice keep on gleaming
These hoes wanna touch on my body
Keep dreaming
No trust for these whores
Because they keep on scheming
My third eye stay opened
I see dark beings



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Buchet
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