[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
[Verse 1: Thouxanbanfauni & MDMA]
Rockstar chick, goth b*tch, big tits
She got suicidal wrists
Rollie band on my wrist
Holographic wrists, call it psychedelic trip
Bad at texting back, baby I can't even help it
Be busy getting these racks, when I'm done it ain't no telling
I don't know when I'll be back, every day gotta' run a few errands
Matter of fact, here go get ya' hair did
Take a friend with you too, go talk sh*t
Ain't mad, never that, I ball big
Who the hell yall think paid for all of this
Buying out like fu*k what the cost is
I'm a boss, but I need me a boss b*tch
[?] no Karen
I don't even like hoes who American
Fauni a allstar verses these letterman
[?] no better than
Funny how these b*tches be best friends
I don't judge, just bullsh*t, all of them
Peep sh*t, differentiate all of them
Just fu*k these b*tches, don't follow them
I'll prolly' get money with all of them
[Chorus: Thouxanbanfauni]
She bad, she bad, all of them, all of them
She bad, all of them, she bad, all of them, all of them
I fu*ked all of them, I fu*ked all of them, all of them
fu*ked all of them, I fu*ked all of them
All of them, get it, get it, all of them
Bag-bag all of them, I'ma bag-bag all of them
[Verse 2: MDMA]
Razor gon' pierce like septum
I want all denim jean jacket
Paramount b*tch no passion
[?] step my status
Wish a ni**a would get maggots
Graveyard kid get caught in a casket
[?] taxing
[?] whistle call in a cab
[?] xans, xans
Blew too hot, damn, fam
Chopsticks turn me into a Chan
Match Jack and the 'E'
Rush Hour [?] the whole thing
Like gunpowder, she gon' hold up the team
[?]
She gon' choke on the lean, like [?]
She gon' swallow my seeds like Sunflower
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah