Joan jett

[Verse]
Keep your fucking doors locked when I'm creepin' by
I just chugged a fuckin' 40, I'm on demon time
My wrist freezing, so baby I don’t need your time
I’m posted up outside of Neimans smokin' weed in dimes
I can’t afford them clothes yet
I don’t fuck with fashion, I’m punk like Joan Jett
A bad ass bitch with some flows that’s potent
I’m killing wack rappers cause they suck like road head, yeah
Pussy
My squad is like the Taliban
Y’all faggots talkin shit on Twitter and gettin shadowbanned
I’m at your place, eating chips with the strap in hand
Bumping Pharaoh Sanders, “The Creator Has a Master Plan”
But I’m a mastermind with an axe to grind
If you chat on mine, we will clap the 9
Your lil' shorty like the jackеt and the matching tights
She hit my line, now shе here tryna grab the pipe
It’s me