ya

Bitch, I am a demon and I do not have a soul
Blunt after blunt, 'til my lungs
Bleed my fuckin' nose after sniffin' pounds of blow
Off the drugs, I be out of control
And you think you can stop using but its not that simple
And he wanna test the speed now he at the hospital
I jugg with the pistols
I’m taking your crystals
I pull up with the missiles
let’s get lost
Yuhh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I sniff snow, oh, oh
And I stunt like a pro, oh, oh
I can’t fuck wit' you, oh, oh
And my friends turn to foes
He gon' see me all alone
these fans they come at me, and I don’t think
I drink champagne I fly to Rome
Make her feel it up in her bones
Walk there but they can’t leave their homes
Why can’t they fuck wit' me
Why you gotta be so mean
I’m feenin', I’m feenin', I’m feenin'
You talk down when you seen 'm
Goth ho' like a demon
Shut 'em off for no rason
Yuh, yuh, uh huh
Yuh, yuh, uh huh
Yuh, yuh, uh huh
Uh, huh, huh, huh