Lyrics
(Parental Discretion Is Advised)
(Shall We Dance?)
Runnin' up a check (Yuh!), B-B-Bad bitch wanna sext
He gon' roll up 1.5 like his name Ron Arterest
We be aimin' for your head so why the fuck you wear a vest?
Riding in that Z06, yeah cuz I'm a fuckin' vet
S-Slice him in the neck, blood falls off his Arteryx
A-And my whip jurassic cuz this bitch a TRX
If I want you gone, all I gotta do is send that text
I-I got devils lurkin' in Miami but my name ain't X
F-F-Frostbite on my wrist, Comme des Garcons on my fit
Draco got banana clips this shit gon' get you split
We gon' need like 20 bands if you tryna get him hit
Then we turn him to a post, yeah then he gon' rest in piss
CTS be supercharged speeding on that interstate
G-Gotta keep a couple bags, inside th- case
Bitch your music sucks, there's a reason you can't pave the wave
Feel like Autumn! cuz I'm goin' One Way, yes I pave the way
N-No face, no case, finna go shoot up his place
If he want that problem then this Uzi make him do the race
How many bitches can I fit in my car, like maybe 8
Suicidal doors goin' stupid on my fuckin' Wraith
Runnin' up a check (Yuh!), B-B-Bad bitch wanna sext
He gon' roll up 1.5 like his name Ron Arterest
We be aimin' for your head so why the fuck you wear a vest?
Riding in that Z06, yeah cuz I'm a fuckin' vet
S-Slice him in the neck, blood falls off his Arteryx
A-And my whip jurassic cuz this bitch a TRX
If I want you gone, all I gotta do is send that text
I-I got devils lurkin' in Miami but my name ain't X
(Now that's going too far!)
(What, that's it?)
(runnin' up a check (Yuh!), B-B-Bad bitch wanna sext)
(he gon' roll up 1.5 like his name Ron Arterest)
(we be aimin' for your head so why the fuck you wear a vest)
(riding in that Z06, yeah cuz I'm a fuckin' vet-)
Written by: Gabriele Albader