​bhum bukket

[Chorus]
Want smoke? you're never gonna fade me bitch
Freak show, I'm running bank notes

[Verse]
Welcome to the pit, switch it to my bitch
Then we're running through our clips
Shoot her head, fuck her skull, snuff shit
I'm sick of all tough shit, fake Glock, fake line
Your kids are pitifull, pulling on the tip until she's kid-a-full
Tummy full of shit, needa get a hit
Bitches ungrateful, 'till i leave them at the door, hoe

[Chorus]
Want smoke? you're never gonna fade me bitch
Freak show, I'm running bank notes
Want smoke? you're never gonna fade me bitch
Freak show, I'm running bank notes, hoe

[Verse 2]
Pussy in the way, I'mma slice with my blade
No need for a Bankai, I barely even need my arms
Fuck him in the dark
Stab him through the heart
Step and crush his soul
He won't ever tell a soul