Khan

Yah
 Yah
 Shawty take pipe till her knees raw, yah
 Drop, then go up like a seesaw, yah
 Hit it from the back like yee-haw
 Hit it from the back so the wall's all she saw
 Face is a mystery- mona lisa, yah
 Still belong in the louvre, huh
 Still belong in the moma
 You know I gotta go, not a moment to lose
 So I walk in, lit as fuck
 Tell these fuckboys they don't need the trouble
 Too gone, can't tell if there's two hoes
 On my dick or I'm just seeing double
 So fuck y'all if y'all want beef
 I spit that shit like it's all gristle
 High pitched, I hit her from the back
 She came like a dog whistle
 I ride with the clique, clique
 My girl she love to get lit
 Love to get high but she'd rather be home
 Just to ride on that shit
 Semi-automatic, poppin' a clip, clip
 Meanin' I'm smearin' her lipstick
 Oh my, lick on my what? On my ickk
 My girl so bad
 Might fuck on your chick, chick
 What, yah
 Every time I try to write a song
 Always end up singin' 'bout a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 Every time I try to move on
 Always end up back here with a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 She want me cum inside like
 Mi casa, su casa, huh
 Murder that kitty- mufasa, huh
 Tell me move faster
 Dive in that shit, then I die, then revive- ayahuasca, huh
 Girl always high like a rasta, huh
 Call me up I'll make it wet, wet, wet
 She a train wreck, yep
 She put my — in her neck, uh huh
 Where the fuck is my check, yah
 Pay me my fuckin' respect, yah
 I just might buy me a tec, yah
 Make that shit go off like tourette's (fuck)
 Fuck you and fuck your patek
 We should've died but we never been more alive, you know that we ain't done yet
 Ride with the clique, clique
 My girl she love to get lit
 Love to get high but she'd rather be home
 Just to ride on that shit
 Semi-automatic, poppin' a clip, clip
 Meanin' I'm smearin' her lipstick
 Oh my, lick on my what? On my ickk
 My girl so bad
 Might fuck on your chick, chick
 What, yah
 Every time I try to write a song
 Always end up singin' 'bout a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 Every time I try to move on
 Always end up back here with a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 She go up and down
 Fuckin' all night
 She got the weed
 She said we'll be alright
 I won't fuck your bitch
 But my girl might
 Yeah she might, I know
 Yah, yah
 She finna move onto better things
 Spreadin' her wings and I'm makin' it melt like it's Icarus, ayy
 Chick is polygamous, only with bitches
 Need someone so thick she fuck up the feng shui
 She finna lick on this, she finna kick a bitch out, she want someone who ain't stick in his ways
 Hate is ridiculous, rip out your ligaments
 Tear your face off like I'm Nicholas Cage, ayy, what
 Back and the tension is evident, yah
 I'm back, hear the engine I'm revvin' it, yah
 Back for revenge I'm the revenant
 Get off my dick, uh
 Cut 'em off quick, yah
 Shawty might drown in my drip
 Mind in the sewer, she eat me like it
 Fuck it I'm whipped
 Ride with the clique, clique
 My girl she love to get lit
 Love to get high but she'd rather be home
 Just to ride on that shit
 Semi-automatic, poppin' a clip, clip
 Meanin' I'm smearin' her lipstick
 Oh my, lick on my what? On my ickk
 My girl so bad
 Might fuck on your chick, chick
 What, yah
 Every time I try to write a song
 Always end up singin' 'bout a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 Every time I try to move on
 Always end up back here with a bad bitch
 Whoa-oa-oah
 Every time I try to right my wrongs
 Always end up fightin' with a mad bitch, what
 Yeah and every time I tell her that I'm gone
 Always end up fuckin' on a sad bitch
 What, yah
 Juicy spinach on the beat ho