"My Body Is A Burning House And Everything Inside Is Trying To Get Out" lyrics

Okay she three six zero
On my dick for the dinero
Wit my robs no dinero
Got no cape I'm not no hero
Said the pack is bright blue
But the product crystal clear
And my bad white bitch
Make her sing just like she clairo
Clairo ro ro
Fuck a pole pole pole
Run up on your homies sock em in they nose nose nose
I ain't never been the type to run from po po po
Fuck a badge
Fuck a gun
Set a fire in his home
Service engine
Don't get caught up at the red light
I hit her up just to see what the head like
Hella weapons
We do not engage in fist fights
Leave you headless
Punch my hand right through your windpipe
I'm a black widow
You just charlotte's web
I don't fuck with the pigs
But I might just feed em bread
Riding dirty with the windows down
Just stay inside your house
You a bitch
You a goofy
You a rat
Mickey mouse
You snitched out on your homies
Bitch you deserve to be dead
Put his brother in my swisher and I smoke him with my meds
My shooters inglorious bastards they coming back with heads
And they don't give fuck bout no law
Cause they shooting out the Benz
Service engine
Don't get caught up at the red light
I hit her up just to see what the head like
Hella weapons
We do not engage in fist fights
Leave you headless
Punch my hand right through your windpipe
Okay I hit the blunt
And my throat started burning
He run up on me I hope he got insurance
I fucked his hoe
After he bought her a burkin
Run up on Cisco then we will see you at your service
Service engine
Don't get caught up at the red light
I hit her up just to see what the head like
Hella weapons
We do not engage in fist fights
Leave you headless
Punch my hand right through your windpipe
The world is yours