ACR - ThRaXxBoX lyrics

Smoke, Smokin' on some thraxx Shawty love the way your blood hit it from the back Bust open the cat, if dolly ain't bad I ain't f**in' with her, yeah I don't want no scraps f** you thought this was? Scrapped up, Wrapped up, in a pack of gauze Couple packs of dutches, you ain't picking' up your calls Pull up, Pull out, I ain't no Biggie Smalls I ain't sippin' tech, naw I ain't gunna' lie Shawty broke my heart, now I wanna f**ing die I ain't down to cry, greifin' ain't the answer My poor girly, yeah her brain eaten up by cancer Lungs full of tar, pocket full of work, I ain't goin' very far Not going very far Ain't going very far (nope) Shawty, you is brazy I don't smoke too much, it makes me real lazy I'm going f**ing crazy Do some damn bath salts, now 12 gotta taze me Real yung, and real gorgeous Only 17 and i'm already whipping' foreigns Can't f** her if she boring Half you kids sleep, I can hear you f**in' snorin' Broken hearted boys, can't hold it in so we makin' lots of noise These girls just some toys Whippin up some sauce, real foreign like the soy Real foreign like the soy Whippin up some sauce, real foreign like the soy (Just like the soy) Stayin' Lowkey, makin' my own money, no one f**in' with me Nooses on my feet Shawty at the crib and she feel in' up on me Feelin' Florida breeze Shawty beggin' me and she gettin' on her knees