Spas12

Yuh, blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet
 Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet
 Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet
 Black hair, black nails
 That's my type of bitch, she should tell me how she feels like
 Need a goth bitch who can tell me what it feels like
 I don't feel a thang, got a perky in my windpipe
 If you wanna fight, I be rolling with a steel pipe
 Blood on my raps, I be kicking in a fistfight
 240 next night, troll with the blades out
 Go psycho for this never on a break now
 You should run away, you don't wanna be the reason
 Pull up with the gang, then I pull up with a legion
 Suicidal thoughts, got me tipping on a potion
 She don't wanna fuck, she just wanna give me motion
 I don't do the love, I don't really do emotion
 Bitch, you getting cut off like I pull up as a shogun
 Pull up with a scythe like I'm Kite in the right hand
 Blade on my back and a knife in a knife dance
 Black tear stain, long coat like Itachi
 Feel no pain, cold bain with the Mazzi
 Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet
 Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet
 Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
 Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
 We don't fuck with ya, if you want it, you can try it
 You should run away 'fore you end up as a diet