Lyrics

Gang ties, mob ties, you better keep on running, you gon' all die You better repent, I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty This real, real Benji Bands, in my Guapi pants And I'm spilling syrup, you don't understand Lamborghini Urus, and my urine dirty That is not your bitch, I know that shit for certain Taligang we outside! Once they comin' to get you, I can't really tell them to stop She said she never seen stars inside of the roof of the car I got some Molly Rock, thats finna take you to Mars And you know I'm swervin' I couldn't love that hoe, and then I left her hurting I went to outer space, and now I'm back returning I don't know what to say, just that you don't deserve me You better repent, I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty I'm tryna play with her pussy, hello kitty I got real gang ties, real mob ties Better Rep your set, because we outside Baby, it's all or nothing, fuck the other side Baby, you down to ride, if not, you finna die Talkin' to myself like I don't really pray Voices in my head, they tell me what to say Playin' with my demons, this ain't Ouija game Money green, Luigi, silver, Lilith chain Pockets getting greedy, plus it left a stain Look, black on black, it's Taliban, no Bruce Wayne I just took his xanny, help me fall asleep Geometric patterns forming in my brain I just saw the devil make a deal with me And I'm talkin' to myself like I ain't never prayed And I'm talkin' to myself like I don't feel the same And I'm talkin' to myself like I don't feel the same
Writer(s): Kent Waller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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