RIBS lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, all on my di*k (I will make your corpse dance)
Giggling from the rum, I'm with the sh*ts
Bad little b*tch, I’ll run you up, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
b*tch, all on my di*k
She give me face 'tiI I c*m on my ribs
Bad little b*tch, I'm not a cuck
I make it rain, then she shut up
I’ll run you up, I want your soul
I want your body, your jewelry, and ho
Black out my eyes, nut on her teeth
Lay my head back, play with my meat, oh

[Verse]
Ayy, b*tch, tell your n*gga he gotta run
Can I get a nipple titty? Your kitty is full of c*m
Baby told me that she wiggle and giggling from the rum
Got her talking 'bout the Co–Star app and how it run, ayy

[Chorus]
b*tch, all on my di*k
She give me face 'tiI I c*m on my ribs
Bad—, bad little b*tch, I'm not a cuck
I make it rain, Then she shut up
I'll run you up, I want your bucks
I put your body in box with a tux
Bad—, bad little b*tch, I'm not a cuck
I make it rain, then she shut up
I'll run you up—