RUBBERMAID

Rubbermaid tubs got your bitch and she fucked up at the party
Now I been choppin' it up, kilos and them bricks and bitches on the table
Watch me split it, yeah, girl, with the axe I got you tripping
And yeah, she did it, you should see it, she been so stupid

She pull up on the block, top back it, like the target on her back
Yeah, I pull up, yeah, now she run, now she see
Electricity, electric drugs, like the electric chair
When they fight her, yeah, bitch, I got you thinkin

Back these glocks and nines and her brain been fried
Yeah, like the eggs in the pan from these drugs
Yeah, loaded up, the bill for fun, I like it
When she play no mask her face, I told her, bitch

But she do the junk, fuck the talk, what the fuck
Bitch, she smokin' all the dope, yeah, I got her thinkin
What the fuck, she wanna go to war
Yeah, girl, I know what she want, and she been callin' up

On me, tellin' me I am the best, now she fucked up
I know you signed a deal to live long, bitch
I been tryin' to go on, smoke a blunt, get high, Float around, Earth, AstroTravel, project my

Violence on your face, and yeah, I like the blood
When it splatters on the wall and cha-cha-cha-chainsaws on it
Yeah, I got you runnin' in an office, yeah
I'm fast as snap, like your neck, bitch

I snap back like my ball cap, and I get the back to the cash
Yeah, bitch, at the bank, I make a withdrawal with the mask
Throw that Glock at nine, bitch, I get the silence on the
Lamb
Yeah, yeah, she workin', she know she gonna be there

Yeah, chop, chop, chop, up at brick
Chop, chop, up at brick, when we split it
Up at the chop house, if you talkin
Get chopped up at the chop house

And, bitch, I know it's sick and twisted like this blunt
Every shot that they done took, bitch, THC, THC
I replace my blood with THC, and now she screamin
Yeah, girl, inject me, I want to float away

Out to space, watch me evolution, revolution
Baby girl, take the blunt, bitch

Fuckin' with this prostitution

Cha-cha-cha, like distance, ba-ba-bam there go the body, when they drop, load the 12 gauge up
With the shotgun, girl, with the mask on, now they gone
Yeah, the dead and the young

I load a gun, yeah, I got you runnin' for the fun
And now the ticket VIP, the passers told me
We were young and covered with that blood
And she wanna fly, fly, inject into her blood
And now she die, die, die, die

It's been crazy when she cry, all I see is blood, bitch
I wanna paint it like horror art, girl, the whore on this art
Yeah, girl, don't slice your wrist unless you want me to film it
We can get rich, and, bitch, what you sayin'

Goodbye, you signed the release, and, now I got you goin
I'll leave you in pieces, you know, and when they got you tied up
They'll get the rescue for the hostage
I'm callin' you, bitch, the hostage ain't worth shit

Girl, I got you, filming
And I feel like there's somethin' we can tell you to sell you and
Get rich, I told you on the dark web, they kinda sick of you
Girl, what's up with the blood on the walls

It was from before we were filmin