Hop in the Ford
Motor sputters cos I'm sixteen
Smooth like cocoa bu*ter
And we're cruising by, dripping
Keep the ba** kunt
And tinny like a foil wrap
Cos the dope sh** b**hes got?
Can't afford that
Downvoting my annotations
Super intellectual Asians
Makin nations shake
On my birthday when my tummy aches
My backseat smells like all the way
And even though I know it came that way
I don't correct these b**hes
Cos they know I'm only halfway gay
Wonderin' what I've got in back
Dude thinks he can handle that
Reverse and swerve to my preferred
Cos he knows where the party's at
Youth is disappointing
So I keep my b**hes boring
By comparison I'm cool as hell
Mirror, mirror, ring a bell?
What I gotta do when the lights come on
To make 'em leave for a basic broad?
I don't gotta ask for a hollaback
I keep the eyes rolling
#HEARTATTACK
Stripping off our cardigans
Eyes rolling at the lettermen
Straightedge hoes, we don't want
Your opinions or your lips, I'm in
I stay exciting
I keep a b**h enticing
When I go down, I shake the ground
Each earthquake is a heartbreak
Wanna know how stars taste?
I bottle up, Aristotle full throttle
Working with professionals
Your office space, how's the dick taste?
By that I mean I dictate
Your purpose on my landscape
I don't condone a basic ho
So hop in, baby, let's go!
Faking ones, they get the gun
Cos your girl is down to f**
We kick her out, she scream and shout
We shrug and say
"This suburb's hell."
We kick her out
This suburb's hell