Nightshade - attention seeker

Pull up with a strap now I'm sticking them up
I'm totally playing I don't own a gun
I own all your hoes though they get it
Take them out back and they sweat it, they sweat it yuh
Playing her heart like a harp though
Planning on swiping her card though
Painting her like Frida Khalo
Your bitch thinking I am a star though
She just around for the za though
She just want you for the attention yuh yuh
She want me for my bad intentions yuh yuh
My bad she ain't my sole invention yuh yuh
She can't help it she got detention Yuh yuh
Swerving and swerving I'm picking it up though, ain't got a strap but she suck yo
Might just go scream on a beat not for rage, for the fun yo
Bury the body and pack the shit up
I ain't just playing I don't give a fuck
Momma didn't like me she ain't give a fuck
Oops she's a coffin now you out of luck
Take it, love it, I don't get closer yuh yuh
Back up, too far, don't leave, I'm lonely yuh yuh
Wait shit, you're fucked, get out, you're only yuh yuh
Taking your ass to the psych ward, ain't getting out till you got brain by your eyeballs
Pull up with a strap now I'm sticking them up
I'm totally playing I don't own a gun
I own all your hoes though they get it
Take them out back and they sweat it, they sweat it yuh
Playing her heart like a harp though
Planning on swiping her card though
Painting her like Frida Khalo
Your bitch thinking I am a star though
She just around for the za though
Pull up with a strap now I'm sticking them up
I'm totally playing I don't own a gun
I own all your hoes though they get it
Take them out back and they sweat it, they sweat it yuh
Playing her heart like a harp though
Planning on swiping her card though
Painting her like Frida Khalo
Your bitch thinking I am a star though
She just around for the za though
Pull up with a strap now I'm sticking them up
I'm totally playing I don't own a gun
I own all your hoes though they get it
Take them out back and they sweat it, they sweat it yuh
Playing her heart like a harp though
Planning on swiping her card though
Painting her like Frida Khalo
Your bitch thinking I am a star though
She just around for the za though
Pull up with a strap now I'm sticking them up
I'm totally playing I don't own a gun
I own all your hoes though they get it
Take them out back and they sweat it, they sweat it yuh
Playing her heart like a harp though
Planning on swiping her card though
Painting her like Frida Khalo
Your bitch thinking I am a star though
She just around for the za though
She just around for the za though
She just around for the za though

Written by:
Mason Neale

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