Freed Style

Aint no more talking
I'm finna fuck it up
Like how my lungs coughin
I'm sounding sick af
Must got my blunt laced
You said you finna what
You got me fucked up
Bitch I be fucked up
I got my bottle drippin
Molly water sippin
I'm in a mosh pit banging on a pile of bitches
I'm finna blast off
Aye fuck it mask off
And i aint trynna casue a sence but homie back off
Aye what yo hoe say and why she talking out
Already beat that pussy up on her mommy couch
Can't fuck with nobody I'm on some different clout
So many snakes in the grass had to cut em out
That's why my goons ready
My homies wyling out
I said we pullin up
We stacking in yo house
We all be fucked up
My bottles bouncing out
Pussy boy cracked out
With all these drugs round
My bitch be smoking gas
She make that pussy prounce
I got her whole ass
She make that booty bounce
I let yo bitch smash
She yellin wear me out
Can't let no puss ass
Fuck up on my ounce
I got my goons ready