Our Lady of Sorrows lyrics

[Hook]
pus*y b*tch, go ahead, push the button
Sipping lean, dread in my head, double cupping
Lil b*tch gimme head like a glutton
Piling up dough, no dope in the oven
Got the whole underground shaking
Coaast poppa xan, go ham like bacon
Whole club turning up, earthquaking
Goth b*tch on my di*k put the stake in

[Verse 1: King Coaast]
Comin in with some dapper sh*t
This they saying that "you not a rapper" sh*t
That before never after sh*t
f*ckin lil b*tches right into the mattresses
Not too young but we savages
Got these b*tches just rolling up cabbages
You ain't gotta ask where the palace is
Sipping that syrup straight outa gold chalices

[Hook]
pus*y b*tch, go ahead, push the button
Sipping lean, dread in my head, double cuppin
Lil b*tch gimme head like a glutton
Piling up dough, no dope in the oven
pus*y b*tch, go ahead, push the button
6 6 6 and we coming out the coven
Witchcraft on my di*k got me bustin
Ass bring a tear to my eye like an onion

[Verse 2: CoaastGxd]
You ever wonder where these dark thoughts come from?
When alone thoughts of her and some red rum
Cause I need you like this snare needs a kick drum
Smoke weed to forget what I've become, comfortably numb
They say I got a venomous mind
Like Dahmer, Osama, and the Dalai Lama combined, and
I'll be doing the mamba with your mama in the behind
Before I cut off her nipples with the sharpest knife I can find
Drag the lifeless body through the basement
Asking where her face went?
It's splattered and scattered over the pavement
Who woulda known that I could get this dark?
Like a shark, I'll rip you open then I'll pull you apart
It's an art
This kinda sh*t could never peak on the chart
So I guess I'll have to push this pencil straight through your heart..
[Lil Hopeless]
"Hey b*tch l? I don't mean to alarm you
But I think that dude over there is trying to harm you."
[Yung Reaper]
"f*ckin pus*y why'd you go ahead and tell her our plan, be a man, and stick a f*ckin cigarette to her hand."
Wait, sh*t, I don't know
What the f*ck is this happening
Attack everyone around me with a backhand slap again
While I'm dancing, romancing a maniac man mannequin
Packing 60 bodies into the back of a black sedan again
Packing 60 bodies into the back of a black sedan again

[Hook]
pus*y b*tch, go ahead, push the button
Sipping lean, dread in my head, double cuppin
Lil b*tch gimme head like a glutton
Piling up dough, no dope in the oven
Got the whole underground shaking
Coaast poppa xan, go ham like bacon
Whole club turning up, earthquaking
Goth b*tch on my di*k put the stake in