FLOOZY Lyrics

Petty points, haha your standards lowly

You don't know me, sucka

If you screw this up enough you might just have to pucker up to God

That other one

Reddish one that missed the sun

We hang out so I don't have to have a mister no one's son

Jump so high it hurts my temple

Attempt to forget my mental

The motion obstructing further

I can't catch a breath in at all

Cigarette smoke at the mall

Second hand chokes from the smog

Good luck to all that involves

Respect to all that involves

I've got the pitchfork tongue, coming out my mouth

Get the fuck out of here I'm heading down south, hell

I like the heat too much I'm fuckin' you up

Look at me with hate, I've got you with the uppercut, bitch

I praise my God for every day of my life

A couple bags of talent for me's all to suffice

I swipe off all your advice

Call-back to Tinder filled nights

Why's every rapper talk 'bout headlights

I'm just tryna cop a nighttime baby, fuck

Devil incarnate hide, in cold blue eyes

I'm dressed to kill from, all of the lies (Yuh)

I'm overwhelmed with the way I'm underestimated

I've got it all planned out

Killing is premeditated

Why does it make sense?

Why does it make sense?

Why does it have to make sense when you say that to me, oh

Why, why, why

Why does it make sense?

Why does it have to make sense when you say that to me?