Post Lobotomy Lyrics

Got this badass bitch yuh on her knees you would think she praying to god

Aykay hit yo bank for like 300 they gon call it fraud

Smoking sacred top floo za

Fuckin on that bih real raw

Choppa got a tittie no stock

Fn rounds leave em shocked

Swervin in the V better not crash

Going too fast 170 on the dash

Not finna crash

Crash out

Playing fortnite , boxing

Wit a 90 all night

Ay, wit a pyramid scheme

Gimme 5 dollars and ill pass it to the team

Ay, no you can't fuck witme

Bitch you not clean

Pussy smell like sardine

Chillin in the whip wit a glock on my hip

Blunt in my whip and my feelin very sick

Thousand in my lap and this bitch finna get clapped

Wit my dick

Got the cops on our ass

Tryna smoke up and pass that gas

Told that bitch shut up and shake that ass

Feel like a knight i got that brass

Imposter completing no task

Gimme that pussy bitch i dont gotta ask

Pull up in that car and we only aiming for that glass

Aykay got that fn and you know he tote that brass

20 on the dash i respect the law

Every morning i brush my teeth and floss

Do my dance for santa clause

Walk down the street just to see my dogs

Imma big bear i got pretty paws

I love my pretty girl she aint got no flaws

See me on the street giving back to the homeless

I love spending time with my family i savor those moments

I be soaking in the bed she denied me head