Rain

I don't give a fuck what these people think 'Bout what's in my cup, 'bout what's in my drink Sparkin' up my blunt 'cause I had to think Shawty wanna fuck on the kitchen sink Bitch, I'm spittin' blood in the kitchen sink Shawty fell in love, now she on my (huh-uh) She just want my drugs, I just want her (huh-uh) She just want my drugs, I just want her I let the Alpine play, did the full 360° Blood on the seats, Lil Peep rollin' with me Two white hoes, call 'em '06 Britney's Flights outta Houston, we cookin' up the Whitney I just need a full script, a full clip Busting outta Calabasas, I banged a punk bitch Got the tape recorder playing out the Sony Walkman Why you talkin'? I do this often, stay away Bitch, I'm masked up, come and put the shotty to my face Let it bang, let it bang, let it ring Kurt Cobain, picking up the pace I feel like a general, I put you in your place Fuck a Drew Barrymore, I never need a date Fifty-first shots, baby, fifty-first dates You know I had to hold them, had to cut 'em with the spades You know I'm lookin' better when there's blood up in my face, bitch I don't give a fuck what these people think 'Bout what's in my cup, 'bout what's in my drink She just want my drugs, I just want her (huh-uh) She just want my drugs, I just want her