Yeah yeah give me five minutes
Give me five minutes with a bitch
Yeah yeah give me five minutes

My mother always told me she loved me
But she's a liar
Hail sire puffing that hellfire
High like the Challenger
I'm blowing up Uh
I'm out in Bucharest
Rewriting the Sutra set
Stupid lucrative euphemisms getting put to rest
Like "Ayo dumb bitch with all due respect"
Bitch nigga you noose or neck?
Still the freshest he feel the message
Only fuck if she know who Gilgamesh is
These little girls can get real obsessive
Kill the pussy she still attentive
Have it looking like a real possession
Then smoke it off I ain't even stressing
Grip her hair
She my Linda Blair
I been fucking lit but she didn't care
Romance
We don't kiss or hold hands
All yall dudes lame
Catch me in the moonlight dancing with Satan and masturbating
Strip jeans I'm the black Beetlejuice
Cats be hating bro
I swear to God
She swears back
I wear black because Johnny Cash died and somebody gotta
Bora Bora for some R&R smoking marijuana
Filming porno on a fucking jet
Public sex and a wad of money
This world is scary
I find it funny or I find it dumb
And I find her cummy on the runway with her baggage in her fucking hands talking about
"I thought we were cool"
I thought we were cool too
Fucking whatever bro Lying ass niggas

Bae works at 4 tomorrow Damn
What she wanna do she still wanna get ramen?
Yo shouts out the ramen spots