Quinn - white girls in the back sniffing cocaine lyrics
[Quinn - white girls in the back sniffing cocaine lyrics]
I've been hidin' from myself
Since a little kid
VVS' black and blue, diamonds on my wrist
People always say they real
I don't give a shit
People always say they real
I don't give a shit
And I'm all by myself, damage is dealt
And I'm all by myself, damage is dealt
I grow older, I don't need no fuckin' help
(Fuckin' help)
Pull up to the block causin' hella damage
(Lotta damage) in this two seater, finna go
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
(I don't need a pis-)
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
(I don't need a pistol)
I don't need to air out 'cause
That's what your bitch do (bitch do)
Flexin' on a broke boy, take them racks out
(Take them fuckin' rack out)
Smokin' cat piss, finna fucking pass out
(Finna fucking pass out)
Icey on my hoodie, damn, I feel like Bladee
(I feel like Bladee)
You ain't with the gang, bitch
You is fakin'
I'm so evil, so they call me son of Satan
(Son of S-)
I'm so evil, so they call me son of Satan
(Son of Satan)
Smokin' hella loud, like I was Jamaican
(Like I was Jamaican)
Got a blade, I'ma swing, take his arm off
All I know is I don't kill, I'ma scar 'em
Walk around, I don't know what I'm doin'
And I'm with your bitch
Now and she's choosin'
Ridin' in the fuckin' city
You can't see me
Carry 69's, I just ball like Keke
Ripped jean just like I'm Kurt Cobain
White girls in the back sniffing cocaine
White girls in the back sniffing cocaine
Since a little kid
VVS' black and blue, diamonds on my wrist
People always say they real
I don't give a shit
People always say they real
I don't give a shit
And I'm all by myself, damage is dealt
And I'm all by myself, damage is dealt
I grow older, I don't need no fuckin' help
(Fuckin' help)
Pull up to the block causin' hella damage
(Lotta damage) in this two seater, finna go
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
(I don't need a pis-)
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
(I don't need a pistol)
I don't need to air out 'cause
That's what your bitch do (bitch do)
Flexin' on a broke boy, take them racks out
(Take them fuckin' rack out)
Smokin' cat piss, finna fucking pass out
(Finna fucking pass out)
Icey on my hoodie, damn, I feel like Bladee
(I feel like Bladee)
You ain't with the gang, bitch
You is fakin'
I'm so evil, so they call me son of Satan
(Son of S-)
I'm so evil, so they call me son of Satan
(Son of Satan)
Smokin' hella loud, like I was Jamaican
(Like I was Jamaican)
Got a blade, I'ma swing, take his arm off
All I know is I don't kill, I'ma scar 'em
Walk around, I don't know what I'm doin'
And I'm with your bitch
Now and she's choosin'
Ridin' in the fuckin' city
You can't see me
Carry 69's, I just ball like Keke
Ripped jean just like I'm Kurt Cobain
White girls in the back sniffing cocaine
White girls in the back sniffing cocaine