Bullet In The Head

[Intro]
Back from the dead
Back-back from the dead
Back from the dead
Back-back from the dead
Back from the dead
Back-back from the dead
Back from the dead
Back-back from the dead

[Chorus]
Smoke that shit till my eyes turn red
The only way to stop me is a bullet in the head
Like I'm back from the dead
Ba-ba-back from the dead
Back from the dead
Ba-ba-back from the dead
Smoke that shit till my eyes turn red
The only way to stop me is a bullet in the head
Like I'm back from the dead
Ba-ba-back from the dead
Back from the dead
Ba-ba-back from the dead

[Verse]
Pussy put that pretty boy I just fucked right to sleep
Second that he’s snorin' take his wallet and his keys
And it's back to the street going skrr-skrr in the jeep
Hot box in the wip, but this piffy ain't cheap
Beep-beep
Who got the keys to oblivion?
Mark-ass motherfuckers trickin' in oblivion
Never gettin rid of him
Let the money trickle in
Fuck his brains out once
And never touch his dick again
Relentless, cuz my taste is expensive
Lookin at the world through lanvin lenses
Take everything and they leave no forensic
Evidence, I’m a Monica Lewinsky
Yeah I fucked the president, yeah I fucked the president
So I know Obama cares
Pictures on my phone
Of him chokin on my underwear
100k a week
Just to make sure
I don’t share
Called it a secret service
In person, so scared
Why you think I took a break from this shit?
On vacation gettin richer than Drake off this shit
Ima drop it like a fuckin box office hit
My inbox
Got a million love letters like I’m Taylor Swift

Smoke that shit till my eyes turn red
The only way to stop me is a bullet in the head
Like im back from the dead

Drop that ass up like you gettin stabbed in the abdomen
That ain't a subwoofer in my trunk rattlin'
Just a dumb boy who did somethin' get me mad again
Tied his ass up
Then i stabbed him in the abdomen
Got blood all over my new boots
Damn these shoes are poly (?)
I guess these are gonna burn too
Took care not to get a drop on my top
But the thought got me hot
So im goin like “So woo-boo-hoo"
Bitch
Now your boyfriend’s missin'
You’re cry in' while im lyin back click-o-sippin'
Feel so different
Im the shit and
You ain't shit and
We both know the difference
Im the
Hottest anonymous rap bitch in existence
He say for the sake of the cake he goin the distance
Im throwin resistance
But if all works out
I’ll reward his persistance
Yeah I let him hit it

Smoke that shit till my eyes turn red
The only way to stop me is a bullet in the head
Like im back from the dead

[Gvcci Hvcci]
Back from the dead