Frankenstein lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' b*tch)

[Verse]
(Phew), I need a hunnid shooters on my side (Yeah)
I need two-hunnid hoes just in my ride
Cut his ass up, like Frankenstein (Yeah)
Chillin' in the cut, looking through the blinds
My ho so nutty, she wanna 69 (So nutty, yeah)
My boy bloody, he got the nine
Hit a lil tummy, watch his ass die (Die, die)
Wantin' some smoke, give him that fire (Fire)
He so fake, n*gga be lyin' (Fire)
Ran up on the jakes, I'm like "Bye, bye" (Bye)
They gon' hate, and that's alright (That's alright)
Yo' b*tch changin' 'cause she mine (Mine, minе, mine, mine)
If the F.N chasе 'em. they gon' go flying (Flying, flying, flying, flying)
I cannot wait to hit 'em with iron (Iron, iron, iron, iron, iron, iron)
n*ggas be drownin' in smoke, 'gon catch 'em at light, catch 'em at light (Catch 'em at lights, light)
His shirt gon' get wrang just like some tie-dye (Tie-dye)
Me and your b*tch connected like some Wi-Fi
Ridin' round, n*gga my slatt
n*gga let him go, he ain't even worth the Scat (Scat)
Don't turn around n*gga, hit your back (Back)
Not dodging now bring your ass back (Back)
Now I feel like I'm on
Yeah them jakes, yeah they goin' dumb
f*ck her, yeah and then I'm gone (Yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas know I'm smokin' on strong
Give me that check, yeah my dough (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
She throwin' neck, that's my lil' ho
Yeah that's a bet, when I say go
Put the blunt in they faces
You want a verse? Then pay me
Turn a n*gga to a stain
They bitin' on me just like a cane
.223 it hit his brain
f*ck n*gga out just like a Dane
You ain't sucking di*k then you should've never came
Glock with a beam, Glock with the range
Shoot through the house, n*gga say "Bang"
Slide then bounce, my n*ggas they cray
Yeah the [?] sing like Ray J
Yeah my b*tch I call her spray face
Yeah, lead to your mouth I call that brace face (Yuh)
n*gga want smoke I know he can't hang
I call your hoe that's my lil' play date (Yeah)
Yeah, I crash the cat, put him in a stain
He missed the hit, put him in a range
I was with your b*tch that was a phase
I asked all these hatin' n*ggas how my di*k taste (Phew)
They put on that lame ass fit, yeah just to get fame
n*ggas too strange
I crashed the range