Burberry scarf on to cover up my hickies
I got blades in the pockets of my dickies
Nova scotia trap god but my name ain't ricky
Hit a lick n made a profit feelin giddy
Man this pack got me goin fuckin silly
I've been tossin back the substances n fuckin up my kidneys
Shootin at his feet i'll make that f****r hit the griddy
Imma show up to his funeral his momma got my pity
Get her on my bed n then i f*ck her to some scenecore
Haircut with the bracelets she a scene w***e
Cut wrist now she gettin blood on the dance floor
Blowin up inside her like this d**k was made of c4
Bad b***h sayin that i'm pretty in my mugshot
Dumb b***h all she ever wanted was a cum shot
K on my hip like i'm tapped in with russians
If you talkin on lil witchy end u no discussion
Want me want me your b***h really want me
Haunt me haunt me demons always haunt me
Know they want me dead the way they stalk me
Running up checks and my haters just be talking
You're just mad cuz I got your b***h on FaceTime
Hatin on me in your lunchroom on your break time
26 and pretty b***h I'm aging like some fine wine
Music like it's cocaine cuz it got me on my grind grind
I always stay on go
Your money stay on slow
Clean money they can't relate
Can't match me that's why they hate
Got so much up on my plate
Everyday I'm getting paid
