FINAL DESTINATION Lyrics

Death row, death row

I'm a bitch cutthroat

Gut that hoe in SoHo

Time to call the popo

I be flaunting on the scene

Bloody stains on my tee

I be twerking 'fo I flee

Leave a kiss on his D

One thing bout me don't piss me off

You try it once I'll pop it off

In my space, I got the glock

Skin your face I'm Jeffrey dahm

EYEA, not guilty

But this bussy, real guilty

It gets slimy, and sticky

Drink his blood mm, I'm gritty

Ride his dick like a rabid bunny

Stick my fingers in his throat

Make him taste my honey

Then I slice his throat

Blood sprays like money

These men really ain't shit

I just think it's funny

(Attention)

(Bring the hound dogs)

(It's about to get bloody)

Lipstick

On his dick

Looking fresh

Got the money on deck

And my blade looking death

I don't need an army

For corruption

I'm the theft

I'm stealing your blood

And your heart

You don't impress

Bitch

(Gut that hoe in SoHo)

(Ain't shit sweet up in this bitch hoe)

(This lethal mothafucka)

(I'm gritty, so bloody)

(I'm gritty)

Sun is out, in the street

Bitch is sober, mentally

All these hoes, triflin

Watch your mouth, get my leash

Smear your blood, on the scene

Smiling on tv

They be asking, who did it?

I be like, never me

Brand new body

In this hot pink Ferrari

Don't be calling me no barbie

I'm a brat, thick body

I'm your final destination

So be seated in your station

Cause I'm E-Y-E-A this is my nation

Popping off every week

Ignoring my sneaky links

Real ass bitch

Got some real ass hits

All you bitches do is shit

In real life I'm the shit

Keep tryna pop shit

Pop shit in the back bitch

If I was a girl

With big tits

I'd be on top bitch

I don't need the praise

Or the fame

I'm all good sis

I cannot be tamed

Can't be framed

I'm a trippy bitch

Attitude, super sonic

Mouth is lethal, don't need logic