Warhol.ss - 8ft lyrics

[Chorus: Warhol.ss] Hide up on the porch, baby wraith me I can see no label wanna bank me Shark up in the water, you some bait, B Throw the brick on burger, ho come taste me Baby fiendin' for this wood, ho come face me If you really want me, ho come chase me Workin' through these trenches, I'm like eight feet I'm gon' do the dishes, ho come plate me [Verse: OG Maco] f**in' on your b**h, and the sh** hittin' And the bag lit, it's a freak pit s**er-free dick, need free red chips Rich b**h, break the p**y down, tune it up Take a free trip, baby make a p**no yeah Or a lead tip, she a freak yeah When my n***as can't we do [?] put the fat cattle dick too Garfield, tried to [?] on her heart still Don't care about your broad or the last till Caught her on the street, can't you see the nat real Caught him with the beamer, feelings make him feel real Shawty work the DF4 like the red tips Ford Focus, f** the bullsh**, it's only bread things Counter full of dead things On the cell ring Yeah it's Mister Mac, yeah like Mister Bell Ding [Chorus: Warhol.ss] Hide up on the porch, baby wraith me I can see no label wanna bank me Shark up in the water, you some bait, B Throw the brick on burger, ho come taste me Baby fiendin' for this wood, ho come face me If you really want me, ho come chase me Workin' through these trenches, I'm like eight feet I'm gon' do the dishes, ho come plate me