Transcrição (en)

Bang bang bang, cock bang, screaming in my rhythm again I be going in my veins till I'm going out with the flame Tied up like a book book, I'm like hold up, let me cook, cook quick I show up when I show up, doing donuts in a Step on the challenge to roll the top, hop in the back of the chop chop Now you're gonna call me a what? I'm like a tick on your clock Rigging them pop, yes I'm a trobo fanatic I'm like a shot like a manipulative, it's just too much of my over-coronics I'm too sick, better call me a medic I see your feelings in the sky Baby there's no feelings in my mind