[Intro]

Yeah (Yeah)

Bitch (Bitch)

(Are you ready?)

Turned my room into a murder scene and lost my fucking (Yeah)

Yeah (Ay)

[Chorus]

I turned my room into a murder scene

I lost my fucking mind

Tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time

No I ain't worried about no clout with all this money on my mind

She see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly

[Post-Verse]

And I ain't stressin bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife

How you look for trust in me you stay on both sides

N-n-now I think I speak to much, I'm X'ing out my eyes

Checks on all my exes, I got bullets, they take lives

[Verse 1]

I'm in the left lane, two babes, no roof on thе highway

White girls, cocaine, caught her on a Friday

And shе got no soul, long bangs

Fuck me on a private plane

Got blood inside my white tee, ask her if she like pain

I'm on my last line she might take me to the night shade

Night lights, skylights, she can't do the right thing

She got no soul, long bangs, fuck me on a private plane

She told me I got bad tendencies, ain't that your type, bae?

[Chorus]

I turned my room into a murder scene

I lost my fucking mind

Tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time

No I ain't worried about no clout with all this money on my mind (Yeah)

She see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly (Ay)

[Post-Chorus]

And I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife

How you look for trust in me you stay on both sides

Man I really think it's killing me, I'm X'ing out my eyes

She see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly

And I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch I turn this money to my wife

How you look for trust in me you stay on both sides

N-n-now I think I speak to much, I'm X'ing out my eyes

Checks on all my exes, I got bullets, they take lives

[Verse 2]

It's a late night, but I'm the night type

Mask on my face, crime on my mind

I'm finna drive by, I'm talking homicide

Man all these rappers really pussy, they don't wanna die

But I'm a different story bitch I like big risks

She a pornstar, eat dick like a picnic

Bad bitch with then big lips and she slim thick

I don't know if I'mma kill or marry this bitch

[Chorus]

I turned my room into a murder scene

I lost my fucking mind

Tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time

No I ain't worried about no clout with all this money on my mind

She see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly (Ay)

[Bridge]

Cause I'm a mad man, she a bad bitch

I can make her blow up, no matches

And no fuse too, I don't lose hoes

Like bruno (Are you ready?)

O-o-o-on Mars baby what the fuck it do though

[Outro]

[?] fire than a [?]

Tattoos on my wrist I get my bitch to tell the time (Yeah)

No I ain't worried about no clout with all this money on my mind (Money on my mind)

She see the wings up on my back bitch I can teach you how to fly (Teach you how to fly)