rigor mortis Lyrics

Been too many bitches I don't know which one to trust

Oxy-ten on table I still take them if they're cut like

Said I'd do it one time spent four fucking months high

Been feeling unstable every voice sounds like a gunshot

Gun sounds out here when the sun's out

I met her in New York she asked me when can we run south

Mix matched my fit and my bitch bad

I fucked on his bitch just off my name and not a six pack

I'm not rocking rick no more it's overdone and stupid

Give her wood like sycamore she asked me can we shoot it

I'm not even into porn but we can make a movie

And lock her legs on rigor mortis I just keep it moving

No Uzi this bitch so bad and boujee

Tell me what she into and she leaving here with bruises

If you or me we both know who she choosing

I done this a hundred times I'm not too big on losing

Been too many bitches I don't know which one to chase

S903 chewing can't hardly stomach the taste like

She insert her face right down below my waistline

We have heart to heart just for me to ignore her FaceTime

Grey sky in touch with her gay side

Came through with her best friend to do way more that just say hi

Witchcraft funded by a rich dad

It's more of an excuse just so she can paint her lips black

I rock Number (N)ine with Prada, Gosha and Givenchy

Rich as fuck I hit her up like you ever seen Ten G's

If it's up its getting stuck my side bitch getting stingy

And when she said she love me I just started fucking cringing

I'm empty don't try to fucking fix me

I tried to connect those wires there's something that's missing

Big on having sex with liarsnI won't let her kiss me

I made sure her dress designer she not goin' thrifting