8-BIT LUV.

No i didn’t, fuck you
Knife how I sprung out the back seat
Holla at a bitch and she run like a taxi
I get what I want with no question, don’t ask me
You can get stopped in your tracks like you lastly, agh
Smoke on the beat he moonwalking
Smoke don’t got time, no talking
Smoke keep laughing
Smoke is insane bitch
Smoke is popping
Smoke a trained eye from the trenches clapping
Double digits
Shot glasses we fixin
Fuck me up, 20 in, 20 more
Living sick as fuck
Got a girl not a whore
She like to fuck and she begging for more
Like Damn holdup
Lemme shout sumn up
Back in the sheets
Boutta beat the pussy up
How I pull her? Not a clue in the world
She gorilla glue my body to hers