​flowers by her grave lyrics

[Intro: Savage Ga$p, Sample]
Woah, hey
She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex
She think I'm—
She think I'm—
She think I'm—

[Chorus: Savage Ga$p]
Uh, she think I’m cute, she wanna have sex (Damn)
How many b*tches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your b*tch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her rest in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send hеr flower emojis, you’re dеad to me

[Bridge: Savage Ga$p KAMAARA]
And it hurt, we were falling in love in October
You want closure, call when you're sober
A ghost in the phone, you’re cold, but I’m colder
Collecting their souls, to fill the holes you left me
Wait a second, these hoes not ready
Popping out the back of a all black Chevy
Right, left, right, left, swing the blade both ways
Thought I told you listen, pus*y, you can’t keep at my pace
[Verse 1: Savage Ga$p]
Like, uh, I said, "It’s over, baby"
'Cause you poisoned my soul and there’s no debating
Like a kiss from rose, our doom was fated
Old relations, grow complacent, I hate it
But how could you hate me but need me gravely?
You would fade into grey when the rain was breaking
In the face of a change you would fake to snake me
You belong to the streets, you don’t need no AP
He cold, she belongs to the streets

[Verse 2: KAMAARA]
Come on, baby, please don’t be such a tease
I'm tryna calculate exactly how you got in them jeans
Don’t bring him to the party, whole gang on the scene
Got his dome in sight, Kon dead in a blink
Running for your life, black dress, blood oozing
Heart fade to black, drove a stake right through it
Got a urn full of souls of all the lives you ruined
Carve it in her tombstone, b*tch, you blew it (Hey!)
Well, that's not very haunted house of you now, is it?
Uhh uhh
Hey, where's Kamada? Apparently Kamada's done something good
[unidentified Chainsaw Man sample]

[Chorus: Savage Ga$p, with KAMAARA]
She think I'm—
She think I'm—
She think I'm— (Revenge)
She think I’m cute, she wanna have sex (Damn)
How many b*tches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your b*tch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her rest in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send her flower emojis, you’re—
She think I’m cute, she wanna have sex, damn
How many b*tches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your b*tch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her rest in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send her flower emojis, you’re dead to me