Queen of the Damned

[Intro: Hi-C]
Cold-blooded bae
Leave my heart so froze
Designer clothes
Girl, that's what you want
She wanna fuck
Baby girl, let's go
She wanna ride me like rodeo
Let your hair down
Girl get comfortable
Baby, come close
Turn the lights on low

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
So in love with the way you move
Ba-Bad lil' bitch, look like Sailor Moon
Saw her at the mall, Monday afternoon
By-By the weekend, she lovin' the crew
She wanna stay for the weekend
She say "Be gentle," I'ma fuck her like a demon
Ni-Niggas pillow talking while these hoes telling secrets
Tryna spread lies, baby girl don't believe 'em
Shit, I'm smoking gas, but I won't gas no ho up
I know she a ho, but she still got her nose up
I-I was in the party off the shrooms when she showed up
Bad yellow bitch, I just wanna see her toe-touch
She don't love me, she just said she love me when she coked up
Talking crazy when she coked up, bitch hold up
Ex want me back 'cause she know I'm finna glow up
Making boss moves while these niggas pulling ho stunts
Been had the juice lil' bitch, she done want some
She know I'm a star, got yo' lil' bitch star-struck
Say she in a dream, she said she don't wanna wake up
Give her bad dreams, then I fuck her while she baked up
Cold-blooded nigga, I can't show these bitches no love
Kush blunt, baby come and fuck with [?] Cobra
Talk down on me nigga, when you saw me you act froze up
You can have these hoes, I'm just tryna run my dough up
Snake bites, baby say that she love pain
Queen of the Damned, suck me up just like Blood Rain
Queen of the Damned, drinking blood like its champagne
Me and Cartier got her wetter than a mermaid

[Verse 2: Cartier God]
Go-Got her wetter than the deep end
Girl you got me swimmin' in the deep end
Demon, I be chillin' for the weekend
We can get a ticket, we'll be in France
Me and Hi-C pull up with that new Benz
Countin' all these bands, all these blue bands
Everything I rock is foreign
Queen of the Damned and she whoring
Cartier on four, pouring four in
That nigga is basic, he is basic, basic
Cartier got bitches, all these races
Big russian cream, watch me face it
Pull up with the beam in L.A., with the laser
Pull up on the scene, no wasted bag
No time be wasted (No time be wasted)
All I bring is money, count paper
Burr, don't catch the vapor
Bitch I be dabbing, know that's dope
And I got these tiny ass pants though
Pull up on you, in a two-door
Watch me disappear like Pluto
You-You know I'm up there with the moon ho

[Outro: Cartier God]
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
Queened of the Damned, ho