Every day is Halloween, Bitch, Scars on my body
Stab me like the swan queen
I feel like I'm undead the way that I'm haunting
Just like Ghostface the way that I'm stalking
Ima rob your corpse and hook you up by the gen
Every day is Halloween, All my homies undead
Pull up and bless your trap, Taking pounds, Won't get it back
Ever see these bands? Hardly, Pull up to the party
It's a party
Chop my fuckin' arms off
All my zombies
Throw you fuckin' hands up
I like Bacardi
Throw my fuckin' money up
I need my Mommy
I need a fuckin' hug
50 for the plug
And I just lost a pound
Bitch, I'm going up
I don't care about you now
Just drop it low, Bitch
And hit your pose real quick
I got Abercrombie on my fit
And ZBC all on my dick
I got blueberries on me
My bitch, She is a zombie
I got 20 bitches on me
I love glitter & strawberries
Take off your Abercrombie
Will you be my beauty queen?
I just want to feel pretty
I don't ever wanna be clean
Too pretty to talk to you fuckboys
Had to get this money, Got no choice
Cop an SRT, Got a new toy
In the backrooms like I'm in the void
And I ain't ever seen that little bitch before
Ima need you right now, Tell me more
My lips, Your skin, You wanted this
My fangs on you, Forget him
And I got to let you know right now I'm fucking crazy
She ask why I love her, 'Cause you made me
But I could sense it from the start your pulling back
I just hope your happy in the end