Britton, J GAINZ - The Lyin, The Witch, and My Wardrobe lyrics

(B RITTON)
Her ass is phenomenal, asstronomical
Flipped that chick, I’m calling an audible
Greenhouse gas got it straight
From the botanical
My wardrobe goes deeper than the chronicle’s

Fine bitch, white witch
High up on her throne
Cold hearted that’s the reason
That she’s all alone
No room for love but she bought
One when it’s time to bone
Sipping on patron when she slipped she
Wants me to be her on-ly there’s a caveat
I pull up with all my homies eating caviar
Rich pussy taste just like the sea
I eat what I want
Skinny bitch could never be obese
GG, sorry I’m OP

(J GAINZ)
Number one since I stepped in the game
You know I did it for the money
And I take that to my grave (ayyy)
Laying fire on the track, call me Kodak Black
I’m just a kid with a dream from Chiraq
An aristocrat i’m the diplomat
You a pussy boy, something like Aristocats
(ayyy) bad bitch out in Calabasas
My stick stays on automatic
Get the cash and put it
In the fucking mattress
Marijuana got me feeling like a geriatric
Stuck in wonderland
I feel like I’m fucking Alice
World up on my shoulders
Feel like I’m fucking Atlas

(B RITTON) i might be insane
I think weed might’ve rearranged my brain
It’s strange my old self’s estranged
It’s only for the better cause
My morals got away i’m running from the pain
Can’t see my eyes when I hide my face
Can’t see red lies when I hide their trace
Can’t see blue skies from behind these drapes
(yeah) red lies made a black heart
I said fuck that now I’m
Balling on the blacktop
My girls out of this world
And I explore that like an asstronaught