Cult Bih

Lyrics

[Verse] Swerving off with a cult bitch by my right Yeah, I got a side and she stay out of sight If I'm horny, I might fuck both tonight My mind feel so heavy, but Cocaine is light Weigh the shit real good, I got a new scale Snow rains down like this is shit is hail My gun be sending niggas to Hell If I'm in jail, then you know I make bail Stop all that wishing, 'cause you know I am well I hammer the bitch down like she is a nail You move so slow like you are a snail We bumping and bussing, she grind on that rail New gun, boy, and you know I flex I get paid tomorrow, I wonder what I buy next More ammo to fill up the mags, I throw bullets out like they is a frag Like a grenade, blow these fuck niggas away Burn the block like a fucking ash tray Listen to Frank, man, I want it my way I'm hopping turnstiles in the fucking subway In the cut with the indigo Runtz I be smoking on pack, all this smoke in my lungs I ain't that really smart, but I can tell that you're dumb And I want your blood, bitch, I want it all Baby, this is a party, so take that shit off, give me a call when you ready I'm double stacked, man, this shit is so heavy And bitch, don't forget to tell me when you're ready Swerving off with a cult bitch by my right Yeah, I got a side and she stay out of sight If I'm horny, I might fuck both tonight My mind feel so heavy, but Cocaine is light Weigh the shit real good, I got a new scale Snow rains down like this is shit is hail My gun be sending niggas to Hell If I'm in jail, then you know I make bail Stop all that wishing, 'cause you know I am well I hammer the bitch down like she is a nail You move so slow like you is a snail We bumping and bussing, she grind on that rail New gun, boy, and you know how I flex I get paid tomorrow, I wonder what I buy next More ammo to fill up my mags, I throw bullets out like the shit is a frag Like a grenade, blow these fuck niggas away Burn the block like a fucking ash tray Listen to Frank, man, I want it my way I'm hopping turnstiles in the fucking subway I'm in the cut with the indigo Runtz I be smoking on pack, all this smoke in my lungs I ain't that really smart, but I can tell that you're dumb Ayy, I can tell that you're dumb [Outro] I'm sorry, but you're too unpredictable