BLEH

I'm clutching at whoever look at me, yeah I'm toting that bitch if they even look at me, yeah I'm hitting that bitch if she try to attack me, yeah I'm shooting that shit like I'm in the heat They calling my phone like"I'm tryna feat" Toss her down, take a seat She calling my phone like she can't sleep I sneak in the house, can't make a peep She like sad songs, I talk about X She likes it rough, talking about sex She likes it when I eat her out, but I move to the breast God sent me down, yeah I got to be blessed Hit that boy with the chrome in the dome, we don't aim for the chest He run around, cause ima take his breath Can't make a sound because I'm clutching at whoever look at me I'm toting that bitch if they even look at me I'm hitting that bitch if she try to attack me I'm shooting that shit like I'm in the heat They calling my phone like"I'm tryna feat" Smoking his pack, leave that boy in the ozone I can hear everyone from the back, yeah they screaming out"oh no" My eyes Japanizing, I ain't talking about Yoko Ono I ain't easy, that boy trippin That boy cheesy Talking about Talking about Talking about he love her She under cover, she under my covers She been trippin, might as well cut her Hit her with the cutta Yeah