FUTR lyrics

[Intro: Ayesha Erotica]
Donatachi, Ayesha Erotica (Ayesha Erotica)
I'm so f*cked up right now, f*ck
Oh my God, mm
Does anyone have a bump for a f*cking sl*t? (Ah)
Mm, a dirty f*cking sl*t like me? (Ha-ha-ha)
Oh my God, f*ck

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica]
I'm eating shrimp c*cktail with my tits out
Fred too quick in the bed so bring Fritz out (Ah)
I ain't showing up unless the big di*ks out
b*tch talk slick, I'm knocking that b*tch out (f*cking b*tch)
And I'm going through her wallet
Took the b*tch phone, but her man still call it
Big fur boots, I stomp and I frolic
If I want it done, the whole club demolished (Ooh)
Order a hit in a tutu
They ain't like me, them hoes fufu
Pull up in Emilio Pucci, yeah, with the Miu Miu's
That b*tch sh*t on the di*k, she went poo-poo (Ha-ha-ha)
It ain't over 'til the fat b*tch sing, whore
This b*tch thirty-five, talking 'bout scenecore
I been selling, from Oakland to B-More
And I got the pink cocaine them b*tches fiend for
[Chorus: Yvncc & Ayesha Erotica]
And if you don't have my pay
I'ma f*ck up the rave
And if that b*tch ain't away
We gon' f*ck up the rave
b*tch, you know it's shots down
We gon' f*ck up the rave
The b*tches f*ck up on the walls
We gon' f*ck up the rave
And if the pills f*cking pressed
I'ma f*ck up the rave
They playin' hardstyle, flip it
I'ma f*ck up the rave
I've got my boys double packin'
They gon' f*ck up the rave
And throw these b*tches on the stage
They gon' f*ck up the rave, you know (Ha-ha-ha)
(Oh my f*cking God)
(I'm a dirty b*tch)

[Drop: Ayesha Erotica]
(Ah!)

[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
I'm a dirty f*cking b*tch
Got a thirty with a switch
b*tches always sucking di*k
And that homie— f*cking quick
And I didn't know what to wait
To the horny f*cking rave
Ain't nobody f*cking safe
Everybody getting laid, oh
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
Getting hot in my hot pink Durango
And I smell like champagne and mango
Anytime on the ground or on my ankles
Stroke a big di*k with two Chanel bangles
Boots up and I'm ready to go
Put it in drive and hit the road
Daddy fine when he in that mood
With a big fat monster, that's for me

[Chorus: Yvncc]
And if you don't have my pay
I'ma f*ck up the rave
And if that b*tch ain't away
We gon' f*ck up the rave
b*tch, you know it's shots down
We gon' f*ck up the rave
The b*tches f*ck up on the walls
We gon' f*ck up the rave
And if the pills f*cking pressed
I'ma f*ck up the rave
They playin' hardstyle, flip it
I'ma f*ck up the rave
I've got my boys double packin'
They gon' f*ck up the rave
And throw these b*tches on the stage
They gon' f*ck up the rave, you know
[Post-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
(Ha-ha-ha)
I'm a dirty f*cking b*tch
Got a thirty with a switch
b*tches always sucking di*k
And that homie— f*cking quick
And I didn't know what to wait
To the horny f*cking rave
Ain't nobody f*cking safe
Everybody getting laid, oh

[Outro: Ayesha Erotica]
Donatachi, Ayesha Erotica
I'm so f*cked up right now, f*ck, ah