CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Blood feen
Lil Juul Pod:
Off the drugs, burnt out
I won't ever get it back
Now she see me turnt up
B*t*h I'm counting up these racks
Yoppa in my hand I never lack
That b*t*h trying to suck my d**k and she bad
Yeah she bad as f**k
Told that lame boy "pack it up"
That b*t*h hit my phone and she acting up
I been getting guap that sh*t adding up
I just bought some Prada
I've been cuttin tags or something
I'ma hop in wit my bro i can’t get enough
I'ma hop out with your b*t*h, I can’t get it up
Like bro, you so lame need to pick it up
I got a Glock that sh*t on me
Yeah, serving the guap, I’m serving the fiends
I got a brick that sh*t on me
I got a stick inside my jeans
B*t*h pu**y bald like Mr. Clean
I got a Glock wrapped up with a beam
Pull up to the spot, and I'm pullin them strings
I’m smoking dope out the battery
I’m smoking on them calories
I’m making hits like a factory
Yeah
That b*t*h don’t like how I sag my jeans
Hold up, what u talkin' 'bout
Hit you with that sh*t
Turnt up, turnt up off that sh*t
I'ma hit u I'ma hit u with that stick
I been doing drugs you could see it in my p*ss
All these tags on me I don't know what he talking 'bout
Hopping in that jag, you could see me pulling out
I been getting bags so that b*t*h gonna come around
I don't know what he talking 'bout
Lil Soda Boi:
Everything is disgusting
I'm not a vampire, I'm a blood fiend
Liveleak, bestgore when I'm hunting
When will they give me a flower?
I wish I had super powers
Smoking on sour
Wet like a shower
What do you want
(X4)
[Chorus]
Off the drugs, burnt out
I won't ever get it back
Now she see me turnt up
B*t*h I'm counting up these racks
Yoppa in my hand I never lack
That b*t*h trying to suck my d**k and she bad
Yeah she bad as f**k
Told that lame boy "pack it up"
That b*t*h hit my phone and she acting up
I been getting guap that sh*t adding up
I just bought some Prada
I've been cuttin tags or something
I'ma hop in wit my bro i can’t get enough
I'ma hop out with your b*t*h, I can’t get it up
Like bro, you so lame need to pick it up
I got a Glock that sh*t on me
Yeah, serving the guap, I’m serving the fiends
I got a brick that sh*t on me
I got a stick inside my jeans
B*t*h pu**y bald like Mr. Clean
I got a Glock wrapped up with a beam
Pull up to the spot, and I'm pullin them strings
I’m smoking dope out the battery
I’m smoking on them calories
I’m making hits like a factory
Yeah
That b*t*h don’t like how I sag my jeans
Hold up, what u talkin' 'bout
Hit you with that sh*t
Turnt up, turnt up off that sh*t
I'ma hit u I'ma hit u with that stick
I been doing drugs you could see it in my p*ss
All these tags on me I don't know what he talking 'bout
Hopping in that jag, you could see me pulling out
I been getting bags so that b*t*h gonna come around
I don't know what he talking 'bout
Lil Soda Boi:
Everything is disgusting
I'm not a vampire, I'm a blood fiend
Liveleak, bestgore when I'm hunting
When will they give me a flower?
I wish I had super powers
Smoking on sour
Wet like a shower
What do you want
(X4)
[Chorus]
