SWI$H CHEVY

[Hook]
Mane wrist heavy with the work
Lane switch Chevy in the dirt
I got carpal tunnel I'm a jerk, this
Losing scratch ticket
Turn to winning, know it hurts
Ever since I started spittin'
Yeah I knew that I was cursed
Cause what I scribe acidic
I been with it since the birth
Doo doo doo doo
In yo bitches face
I send her soul to church
Couldn't handle on this devil
Heat the kettle watch it twerk

[Verse 1]
Scales, you could tell this from the skin
Risen out the mothafuckin' ashes
Lets begin
Y'all just chill with bitches thinkin' y'all are just some friends
Cause ye ain't know about the love
Or them diseases that I spread
Boy the sickening infection
And obsessions has been fed
All these mothafuckas' actin
In a role to get some bread
I ain't packing in this polar
I said holdup y'all the feds
I ain't chillin' with yo bitch
Yea I be with ya mom instead
Cause ya momma got a lot of commas
Often she be spread
I ain't even wanna hit it
But like shit I did
Fuck it, yeah
I'm a have to dump it
Package up in public
Catch me swerving in the dirt
While sipping on the muddy

[Pre-Hook]
S to the C-A-L-E-S
Yeah I heard from yo thot
That you got weak sex
Thought I was that I'm gon' fuck her
I just got free neck

[Hook]
Then I came wrist heavy with the work
Lane switch Chevy in the dirt
I got carpal tunnel I'm a jerk, this
Losing scratch ticket
Turn to winning, know it hurts
Ever since I started spittin'
Yeah I knew that I was cursed
Cause what I scribe acidic
I been with it since the birth
Doo doo doo doo
In yo bitches face
I send her soul to church
Couldn't handle on this devil
Heat the kettle, watch it twerk

[Verse 2]
Satan coming calling when I answer in the cell
Flesh been fucking sparkin' when I dance her down to hell
Text my 2nd phone
Cause I be talking to myself
I guess the operators busy
Boy he need some fuckin' help
Problems?
I fuckin' got em
I can't ever fuckin' solve em
The fuck I'm playing these Drake songs for?
She want me to use a condom
Dickin down a evil temptress
Fuck a friendship I ain't bothered
I don't give a mothafuck if that ho'
Got her pussy poppin'
In the back, in the corner
Giving you a bag of awesome
So, you can try to fuck that hoe
And maybe have a daughter
All I like is bullets brain splatter
After 4, our fathers
Boy my organized religion
Is an orgy with some slaughter

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah it's Scales
On the mic
What the fuck?
KLONDIKE BARS
That I ate from the fucking store
Then I'm about to get a lot of fucking weed yeah huh

[Hook]
Then I came wrist heavy with the work
Lane switch Chevy in the dirt
I got carpal tunnel I'm a jerk, this
Losing scratch ticket
Turn to winning, know it hurts
Ever since I started spittin'
Yeah I knew that I was cursed
Cause what I scribe acidic
I been with it since the birth
Doo doo doo doo
In yo bitches face
I send her soul to church
Couldn't handle on this devil
Heat the kettle watch it twerk