GROTE$QUE lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck sh*t f*ck sh*t, f*ck sh*t up
f*ck sh*t f*ck sh*t, f*ck sh*t up
f*ck sh*t f*ck sh*t, f*ck sh*t up
f*ck sh*t f*ck sh*t, f*ck sh*t up

[Verse 1]
b*tch i'm flexin like i'm Paris Hilton n*ggas on my di*k
Got distortion on my body I committed deadly sins
pus*y boy said he want war but pus*y boy you heaven sent
Bullets talk more sh*t than me cause they do all the talkin b*tch
b*tch i'm ridin with that di*k on me just like a f*ckin dyke
Lemme bleed em with that gat b*tch I got blood on my mic
She just flashed her titties at me I just boned a b*tch from a skype

[Chorus]
f*ck life f*ck 12 send a pus*y boy to hell
f*ck n*ggas get merked pus*y boys don't prevail
f*ck face get f*cked i'mma die by this sh*t
When I die bury me in the bottom of the pit (x2)