SAD G!RL

Okay Wait It's me F*ck you I head for the top On top She pose for the post get cropped, what a sad girl But the folk dem can't see her face, she a bad girl And niggas is savage, I'm Fenty For my niggas that carry that heavy, that iron, that fishcscale — Whatever the sizing Oz, a qp, 22 round or a rifle; What it do when the weight go lipo? Niggas don't talk about assests Gotta get liquid Sipping on Sprite and Jumex Beat up the block like who next Put up 10 shots I'm Kubrick Living my life, its surreal These niggas they ain't too much of themselves They hate themselves But shorty she love it I'm making her taste herself It pays to help Putting in work I shovel that dirt, like I bury the body I bury the beat killed it, it's merc'ed with the snares underneath The melody matching the marriage complete My vocals so dirty but flow with the grain Like the winds in Kentucky This bitch wanna f*ck me I said if you lucky, I might let you see I'm a pimp like c I'm a pimp like Dip on my chip from this chip on my shoulder I walk with a limp from this dick in my holster I been with the shits like I'm muffukin Mike Rowe I make her shake like a cobra I'm striking while piping, the cake all fucked up F*ck if it's over they heads N*gger at worst But a soldier at best Toes on they neck What it do when she don't give head? What it do when the bitch don't call, And the money don't fall, And the day get long? Fall short, die and crumble Or Shine bright, staying strong Pick her ass up while we fuckin' I'm weight training to my favorite song Lil bitch sing along Now it's her favorite song too Shoot Paper scissors Smoking on that glue Smoking on that hmm Shoot Shoot Shoot On that… Smoking on that glue… On that… on that glue… Shoot Shoot paper, scissors Smoking on that glue