marss

Q-q-quarexd I pull up, Ima get this bitch fucked And I'm fucked, in the, in the crib, yeah Talking tough, hoe I got the big guns Better run, fore I get your shit done And these bitches so pressed, they need to go to Mars Put you on a tee, too far You say we close, don't know who you are In the function, I might spit a few bars They want in my bag like airport security And the opps, they be fearing me You a bitch, and it's clear to me Choke em out till we can't hear him breathe Then I, then I f*ck that bitch till she be drooling Bitch, your motherfucking stupid You have a motherfucking brain fucking use it And you losing, what it do, bitch I take dubs, ohh And your bitch tiddies bare like a cub Throw your shit under the rug And I'm sipping that lean from the mug And you know this shit come from the mud At the bottom, now we coming up At the bottom, that's where your bitch get fucked And I rip some, in the whip, yeah I pull up, Ima get this bitch fucked And I'm fucked, in the, in the crib, yeah Talking tough, hoe I got the big guns Better run, fore I get your shit done And these bitches so pressed, they need to go to Mars Put you on a tee, too far You say we close, don't know who you are In the function, I might spit a few bars