Cult Bih

[Verse]
Swerving off with a cult bitch by my right
Yeah, I got a side and she stay out of sight
If I'm horny, I might fuck both tonight
My mind feel so heavy, but Cocaine is light
Weigh the shit real good, I got a new scale
Snow rains down like this is shit is hail
My gun be sending niggas to Hell
If I’m in jail, then you know I make bail
Stop all that wishing, 'cause you know I am well
I hammer the bitch down like she is a nail
You move so slow like you are a snail
We bumping and bussing, she grind on that rail
New gun, boy, and you know I flex
I get paid tomorrow, I wonder what I buy next
More ammo to fill up the mags, I throw bullets out like they is a frag
Like a grenade, blow these fuck niggas away
Burn the block like a fucking ash tray
Listen to Frank, man, I want it my way
I'm hopping turnstiles in the fucking subway
In the cut with the indigo Runtz
I be smoking on pack, all this smoke in my lungs
I ain’t that really smart, but I can tell that you're dumb
And I want your blood, bitch, I want it all
Baby, this is a party, so take that shit off, give me a call when you ready
I'm double stacked, man, this shit is so heavy
And bitch, don't forget to tell me when you're ready
Swerving off with a cult bitch by my right
Yeah, I got a side and she stay out of sight
If I'm horny, I might fuck both tonight
My mind feel so heavy, but Cocaine is light
Weigh the shit real good, I got a new scale
Snow rains down like this is shit is hail
My gun be sending niggas to Hell
If I'm in jail, then you know I make bail
Stop all that wishing, 'cause you know I am well
I hammer the bitch down like she is a nail
You move so slow like you is a snail
We bumping and bussing, she grind on that rail
New gun, boy, and you know how I flex
I get paid tomorrow, I wonder what I buy next
More ammo to fill up my mags, I throw bullets out like the shit is a frag
Like a grenade, blow these fuck niggas away
Burn the block like a fucking ash tray
Listen to Frank, man, I want it my way
I’m hopping turnstiles in the fucking subway
I’m in the cut with the indigo Runtz
I be smoking on pack, all this smoke in my lungs
I ain't that really smart, but I can tell that you’re dumb
Ayy, I can tell that you're dumb

[Outro]
I'm sorry, but you're too unpredictable