Drop Dead

[Intro]
Turn, Turn (Ninekay)
You're a goner
Yeah
You cannot hide, you can get blindsided
This chrome kiss my throat, Cartier my eyes
Young Turn, edibles with the guys
Young Turn, it rain blood from the sky
Young Turn pass the joint to the girls
These pricey tooth pearls, damn, they starting to hurt
You gotta get heard to know your worth
I been creeping in my thoughts, my thoughts are fucking killing her

[Chorus]
Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist
Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch
Damn, I hate when I feel like this (Feel like this)
In the mirror holdin' fucking candle sticks (Candle sticks)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Turn)

[Verse]
Turn back with a Glock, lil' bitch
Mirror broken and it's gotta get fixed (Get fixed)
Leather toes for them hoes, not your bitch (Not your bitch)
We turn GOREGEOUS, we rock runways in our fits (In our fits)
We up late, we some bats, we in the nighttime
Your bitch thinks I'm pretty, but that's only in the nighttime
The night sky, girls around me skip by
Body on fire, body on fire (Fire)

[Chorus]
Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist
Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch
D-Damn, I hate when I feel like this (Feel like this)
In the mirror holdin' fucking candle sticks (Candle sticks)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)