STARINTHESKY, ​whywewish - VENOM lyrics

I'm rich as a bitch you can tell by my denim
Pissin' and hissin' and spitting that venom
Haters take shots and right back
Where I send em
Made a few mill when life handed me lemons
Mixin' the lemon and lime wit the Quali
Rollin my whole body feeling the Molly
Met a new bitch bout to take her to Bali
So pls tell your girl to
Stop texting and calling
Ugh, 411 I got some info
This new girl was sweet on the intro
But in the bedroom she a bimbo
Sweet lil shawty turned into a nympho
Ok I’ll break it down simple
I made that cash money my temple
And I just hit that ass so good
She let me bust on her dimples

I’m leanin' in on the codeine
Then balance it out wit a bean
My watch shinin' bright like a beam
I been gettin' money since
Hunnids were green
Yea now I’m picking up steam
Sell lines right off of the beam
My customers actin like fiends
Wallet too fat for my skinny jeans

I got me a knife, ima cut up you lemons
Share profit wit my group
Like Vladimir Lennon
I’m cold like a slurpee from seven eleven
I’m makin my money, when? 24 7
I got me some purple, bro pour up the muddy
You pussies is clowns, you actin real funny
Dis bitch suck my dick
Like my dick is a dummy
I’m chillin wit star
You ain’t matchin' the money
I bust on this bitch I
Ain’t talkin bout Glock
It glide it don’t click
I might bust down the clock
You pussies is huddled you stay in a flock
But we stay on our own we
On the way to the top
If you see a star then you best make a wish
Or I might just pull up
And fuck on your bitch
She want my dick cause she like how I spit
Wish little bitch yeah you know I’m legit
I jus spit venom, she spit on dis dick
You fuckin wit star then
The trigger gon' click
I don’t fuck witchu, you is not in the clique
Got a Rambo on my hip it do more than prick
Lil bitch!

I guess we just wish that ya all
Would get off of our dicks
Didn't you know that job is for ya bitch
I do what I want I made myself rich
I wear saint Laurent while I
Make the work flip
I'm not a killer but I'm not my clip
Glocky got 33 ready to split
Your girl so sloppy she using her spit
After she top me I shoot on her tit's

If you need a lesson then I got the tutors
They hit high marks, yea A+ all my shooters
Even my shawty she strapped wit a Ruger
I just sip coffee and click my computer
Clickety clicks make me rackety racks
I spend some quick the rest I just stack
I got the Schwab gettin' built up so fast
I could sit back and retire my ass
I'm too busy workin'
I feel glizzies lurkin'
I call up the homies they bringin' some heat
They clear out the bando
Stallone wit the Rambos
Peel out in a Lambo, Pirelli the streets
Stars in her eyes while she makin a wish
She likes rappers way more than you think
So it’s no surprise that she
Heard our new track
And DM me that sweet little peach
Amiri the denim I’m spittin' that venom
You prolly should stay out my reach
You know I’m her favorite
I kill and I savor it
Stop bringin' sand to the beachbitch