Toxic Fantasy

I make her holla for a dollar That bitch a bitch and she need her collar That bitch a bitch and she suck and she swallow Zaeee Run up on me, it's a tragedy Bastard child, I'm dastardly Lick her coochie till it's soakin Stroke it, sound like Mac and cheese Baby, you a masterpiece Your voice get me so excited Thinkin' bout you, pleasin' me With you, where I need to be Baby, you my fantasy Baby, you my fantasy Told her don't play games, baby That's my final fantasy Don't text her, she mad at me Baby, why you mad at me Run up, it's a tragedy Run up, it's a tragedy She special to me, she glad that she mine We better as friends but we f*ck all the time Don't f*ck with these niggas, they green like a lime Run up on me, it's a tragedy Know I keep my Glock on me Treat it like my mini-me These niggas they my enemy They fuckin' up my energy They fuckin' up my energy Misogynistic Damn, a nigga feel like future Hendrix Really wicked Know my niggas they get really wicked, really wicked Send them shots, we send them at your fitted, at your fitted Gettin' his money, count up these digits, get these digits Boy, you broke, you know you need to fix it, need to fix it Boy, you broke, you know you need to fix it, need to fix it Know my niggas they get really wicked, really wicked Know my niggas, they get really wicked, really wicked He went missing, we don't know who did it, know who did it He went missing, we don't know who did it F*ck that bitch and that bitch, she's so tempting, she's so tempting F*ck that bitch and that bitch, she's so tempting, she's so tempting Eat that girl just like she my next victim, my next victim My love, your drug, I'm curing your symptoms Run up on me, it's a tragedy Bastard child, I'm dastardly Lick her coochie till it's soaking, stroke it, sound like mac and cheese Baby, you a masterpiece Your voice get me so excited thinking bout you, pleasing me With you, where I need to be Baby, you my fantasy, baby, you my fantasy Told her don't play games, baby, that's my final fantasy Don't text her, she mad at me Baby, why you mad at me Run up, it's a tragedy, run up, it's a tragedy Mmm, she special to me, she glad that she mine We better as friends, but we f*ck all the time Don't f*ck with these niggas, they green like a lime Run up on me, it's a tragedy Know I keep my Glock on me Treated like my mini-me These niggas they my enemies Zaeee They fuckin' up my energy Thanks for watching