Ex-Machina

[Verse 1: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Asahina trap, track n field, flippin' tangerines like a ballerina
Kishimoto, choppa fully loaded, heavy metal on me like I'm Ex-Machina
Hellraiser III, I'ma make 'em bleed, tell 'em aisle three gon' need a clean up
On a shoppin' spree, baby all on me but I left her spinnin' like she Katarina
Tapioca puddin' how my baby lookin', told her, "Take some footage, we gon' make a million"
Got a thousand women, salmon sandal pimpin', put her on a blade and made my baby risk it
All about a biscuit, why the fuck you trippin'? Kisaraga, baby, I jus' hit the limit
If them Ms is missin', you will end up missin', only took a minute once the message sended

[Verse 2: HR Moni(?)]
Slap a pussy nigga if he talkin’ down, see me round the town, and you don’t approach
Man, these niggas hoes, how you serenading on the same bitches being double broke?
How the fuck you famous making minimum wages?
How you “bout’ it bout’ it," but you writing statements?
You be in the house? Bitch, I be goin’ places
Niggas shooting walls? Bitch, I be hitting faces

[Verse 3: HR Double(?)]
Ay, I be in my zone
Ay, I hit that lil bitch up in the face, yeah, with my cum
Ay, yeah, yeah
Ay, bitch, I’m so disgusting (Ew)
If a nigga want the funk, it ain’t no fuckin’ discussion
Ay, no, no, no, no, aye, no
Too much money on me, got the heat on me (Ah)
They say “Rambo, what you on?” Bitch, I’m on everything
I fuck whoever I see, but, bitch, it’s me and me
Baby, what you really want? Baby, what you need?

[Verse 4: 333VOL(?)]
Pop another bottle, fuck another model, I don’t give a fuck, I’m red bottom steppin’
Niggas get intimidated when I’m sliding through, these bitches jiggolating when they feel my presence
Smoking on that bomboclaat, they call it cookie Woods, but me and Moni up-up in your fuckin’ session
Bitch, I’m hella trife, I’m never nothing nice, I’ll prolly serve your mom and the motherfuckin’ reverend
Nigga, put it on a flow, better ten-to-fo', roll a fucking seven or a fucking ‘leven
Give some pretty bitch a little pretty drink, tell her “We gon’ run it up and then go die in heaven”