HORROR STORY

[Verse]
Get ya block hit
Beamon pop shit
Bitches toxic
That's I be on my god shit
That ain't yo style you jocked it
I got my flow gripped
Her pussy soaking
Bath water soaking
Bats floating I smash yo shit
Got me sad as fuck and I can't lie though
Hundred million dollars in my motherfucking
Condo
Tell yo pussy boyfriend shut the fuck up
He don't want war
Yo bitch call me beam god
What the fuck I gotta front for
Curb stomp crush a motherfucker
Like a third world country in this motherfucker
Still the nigga they could never fuck with
My fireplace still got bodies
I don't gotta find a place for your bodies
Her body started leaking
I told her that I want her
Demons beg me to fly
Got angels in my corner
I'm stuck like a gargoyle but nah bitch i ain't really no stoner
I walk up through yo building bitch lil beamon
Gone tear the flow up
I don't dick ride like you motherfuckers
So I probably won't blow up