Cicadas

First I fuck her, Then I pass her, Better swang baby

Four Letter word, You Love me or you Hate me baby

Hoe be talking shit but yeah I know I drive you crazy

You made the bed, Better lay in it, Stop the contemplating

I don't wanna talk no more lil baby stop the conversation

That pussy tight as hell, Stop the running, We not racing

I think that bitch in love, My tattoos, She keep tracing

They know I don't give no fucks, Luh Drumm be hell raising

All my niggas sharpshooters, We don't do no grazing

Treat 'em like my son, But I ain't never raise 'em

My gang just tryna catch some, Oh my God he faced 'em

Nah don't run We gon chase 'em, On a plate we done ate 'em