Blank Space

Yeah, it's Global , bitch, you know I touch back down

Ooh, lil' mama got that dress on, cold bottle, tryna holla

I'm chasin' her out cherry thong, she snappin' like a lobster

She gave a quick look on my drop record and snatched me off the phone

She said that money ain't the point of when I'm gone, she feel alone like Harley

I can't sit on the top, she only suck me on the globe

I just ran, outta swish the leaf, so I just pack the super cones

Im just blown the fruit by the foot, come and play the melonade

I just fuck her in her lil dress, I think my bitches Carrie

First time I got high with my bitch, chase around the room like Tom and Jerry