W.O.T.C (WALK OUT THE CUT) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Walk out the cut, hair curled like a pube
Baby got me feelin' thirsty 'cause she milkin' on her boobs
Like, where are your b*tches? You got no excuse
Yeah, she hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes, okay

[Verse 1]
White b*tch, eat my di*k like candy
My di*k is a superhero written by Stan Lee
We at the beach, and we f*ck by the sea
Yeah, you walkin' up my di*k, you was stuck like a flea
Summa, lumma, dumma, lumma
Suck a di*k, and suck another
Summa, lumma, dumma, lumma
f*ck your dad, and f*ck your mother
Shoot the b*tch up like a camera shutter, shutter
Bullets bounce around the f*ckin' room, call it Flubber
And you look like a fascist, minus all the fashion
Yeah, that pus*y grippin' tight, you can call that good traction
Splittin' up the money, you can call that good fractions
This is-This is BTH, here a different f*ckin' faction

[Chorus]
Walk out the cut, hair curled like a pube
Baby got me feelin' thirsty 'cause she milkin' on her boobs
Huh, where are your b*tches? You got no excuse
Yeah, she hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes
[Verse 2]
She hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes
I'm watchin' on the news while I'm drinkin' on this booze
The news was good, it said, "Your mom died"
And you ain't gettin' any b*tches until pigs fly, haha, haha