bird is the word
Singer:ski mask the slump god""
you sweet like cannoli or maybe fruit roll-up
'cause money's tucked in 'em
my dick get a ollie when she ride like trolley
and all that she off is water mixed with molly
i just want a cracker like parrot named polly
my flow crazy like a crock-pot
bands is uneven like rock tops
frequently want suck my cock
i'm gonna water her crops
you can catch me flippin' the bird off to my grandpa
my pockets look like it got cancer
gears of war i got a retro lancer
callin' yo bitch my dear like her name prancer
and i know every damn time she gon' answer
her mouth like some tentacles
so she cupping all up on my genitals
'cause your aesthetic rate go like testicles
must've just got high off the pill that they sell at edm rave festivals
my flow hit hard like they just took edibles
how can you tell? could be my new bitch or my ex
don't skate my line 'cause i know that i'm next
that's how much she get wet