歌词
Yuh
Cold cuts
Bitch I'm goin' ham, yahh
Huh, mad butt
This bitch got a wham, yahh
I'm tryna fuck
Told her give dem yams up
Think she drugged me
Bitch I'm in a trance, yahh
Kel-tec singin' like it's saintchrist
Yah ahh
That's slat shootin' from the paint right, yea
Asian brodie cookin' shi like rice, aye yea
Only 20 bands, this shi won't suffice, aye yea
Ho I keep dat metal
Bitch I ain't talkin tin, boy
Yo ass tried to settle
But yo ass can't get in
Bullets clip yo chinny-chin, boy
Her pussy pink like pim, boy
Don't catch that backshot wind, boy
Kick her to curb
OF girl said, what's the word
Bitch imma handle all them curves
You don't wanna fuck? bitch bite the curb
You don't wanna fuck? bitch go kick rocks
Saw my hair, now she wanna top
Bitch fuckin weird stayin' on cock
Fuck I look like crackin' that bop
Yuh
Cold cuts
Bitch I'm goin' ham, yahh
Huh, mad butt
This bitch got a wham, yahh
I'm tryna fuck
Told her give dem yams up
Think she drugged me
Bitch I'm in a trance, yahh
Kel-tec singin' like it's saintchrist
Yah ahh
That's slat shootin' from the paint right, yea
Asian brodie cookin' shi like rice, aye yea
Only 20 bands, this shi won't suffice, aye yea
Bullet casings around the crime scene
Knuckles all I need to beat ya
Had bro working on dying
Fans, they beg for features
Man I know y'all ain't buying
Fuck the hatin' ass teachers
Man I hope yo ass crying