Jenna Ortega 2

Jenna Ortega 2! Make his body spasm when he go to the doctor And if he talkin' that shit, we gon' make you close like a locker We make your body spasm, if you want it, then we gonna get him Every dark motherfucker like we Wednesday Adams I got that gold in my wrist and he can't do shit How you gonna have all that money and still be lookin' like a whole bitch If you run it away from me, I might just make a motherfuckin' scream (Hey Tara) I think he's sendin' a diss She doin' anything I say, I call her yes day (Katie) And shoot him with the 1 2 bullets he fade away That boy think he a lord and shit, he ain't rain my parade That boy got played, we rap him like he a Payday I already said this before, Ima cash out If we see that boy on the streets, we finna hop out We gonna chase him like he, like he a roundabout And we gon' have each other's backs, motherfucker, like we in the fallout (Vada) I think that boy need to sit down, he need advice We yellin' like a tiger, bad boy wearin' stripes If that boy got a problem, he gon' pay the full price And we gonna make that shit disappear, we gonna snap twice (Wednesday Theme) I'm all over that green like I was a tractor We make that bitch scream, X-Factor Go and go, go, go, go get the paper And I still need that bad little bitch, Jenna Ortega Mexican, Puerto Rican, I wanna have her When she wearin' the ties, I think that she a keeper I make my drawlings come alive like I was Xavier I keep my inner thoughts, I pop out like I was Tyler Yeah, that choppa make it sting Keep a hand, keep it thing (Hand) Keep it stone' like Medusa, get the gang, got the roster Leave em' flat like a tire, boy, you finna retire Wearin' armor plates, that are blue saphire Guess who the dealer, and I'm the buyer If you try to play me, we make him shake like a dryer Boy, your ass is a fed, your ass is a liar If he think his ass is gettin' away, wolf out like Emma Myers (Enid) Yeah, I'm all in her head, ayy, talkin' Bianca She call me daddy, but she know I'm not her father Daddy issues in this bitch, but I'm not her partner We leavin' that bitch on the ground like he a zombie crawler Yeah, I'm a tax her, I'm a feeder, I'm a taster And we make that chopper sting like I was Junior Yeah, I keep the stocks like I'm an investor We gon' jump up at that tree like we Uncle Fester