Cakes Da Killa
Talkin' Greezy
Guillotine
Head-gone
I'm talking greezy
I'm slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone
[Verse]
Atomic bomber ex-prima donna in Gucci colors
My queen, I'm as saucy as saunas in the Bahamas
People know when I want it I do it shit gets done
I drop bombs that rip necks from craniums
My firearms remove limbs from shady ones
I milly rock on any block, [?]
From Letras Mania