Lyrics

[Intro] (I will perhaps burn your skin and inhale the smoke) We ain't in Fortnite but got the mats (Yeah) We ain't got racks but we do the math Calculating meth and how much left (I am the Cream) All my drugs dealers want me dead I see Jesus in my fucking pics, uh-uh She don't like me, I'm stunned She don't like, fine I'm gone Finna stab you in yo eye socket (Finna stab you, stab you, stab) I ain't the plug but I am the socket Why you horny taking off my socks, bitch? Shouldn't you be taking off my jocks, bitch? What the fuck I even got to lose? Your bitch got me looking like the fool Man your bitch fuckеd me cuz I'm lowkey cool Distorted vision, feeling likе a tube But give me head, or I'm finna bounce I cut his head off for the clout, yeah Back from the dead, head filled with salt, ah I ain't mad, I been smoking loud New whip looking, new gas looking Lil' bitch just shut the fuck up, uh Marinated in my room like, long enough And my dick, 777, inch is that long enough? Your hoe, hit me up I said like: "Wassup" I left her body in a rug, in the Benz truck Smoking new bud, suck my left nut That shit got calluses, don't worry it'll soften up (Produced by Cream) (Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear now evil, for thou art with me)