Vortex Memory lyrics

[Intro]
I feel like God
What the f*ck...
Ah-ah-ahem (LouBeats on the beat)

[Chorus]
If the bad-ass b*tch boring then we might play (Yeah, yeah), yeah
f*ck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah
f*ck all the opps, they gon' die anyway
I was down so bad, I had no other way
I might take your ho and I might penetrate
He said he was gon' bust me, won't bust a grave (Yeah)
All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane (Let's go)
Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way

[Verse]
Stuffin' the racks, yeah
Make it clap, yeah
Come to my crib, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I can't even talk to you, like, "n*gga, you look like the feds"
We can't conversate for long, lil' b*tch, you give me head
f*ck n*gga look at me wrong, I might just crack his head
Found that lil' boy body right there in the shed
Hope I get no blood on my brand new Chanel
They ask how I do it, b*tch, I do it well
Our clout on clout nine, yeah
Banging triple seven 'til I'm dead and pale
They just wanna see a n*gga rot in jail
And my brother gettin' that work right now through the f*ckin' mail
[Chorus]
If the bad-ass b*tch boring then we might play, yeah (Yeah)
f*ck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
f*ck all the opps, they gon' die anyway (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)
I was down so bad, I had no other way (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)
I might take your ho and I might penetrate (Woo)
He said he was gon' bust me, won't bust a grave (Yeah)
All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane
Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way