Drop Dead - Intellectual

[Intro]

Turn, Turn ( Ninekay )

You're a goner

Yeah

You cannot hide, you can get blindsided

This chrome kiss my throat, Cartier my eyes

Young Turn, edibles with the guys

Young Turn, it rain blood from the sky

Young Turn pass the joint to the girls

These pricey tooth pearls, damn, they starting to hurt

You gotta get heard to know your worth

I been creeping in my thoughts, my thoughts are fucking killing her

Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist

Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch

Damn, I hate whеn I feel like this (Feel like this)

In the mirror holdin' fucking candlе sticks (Candle sticks)

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Turn)

Turn back with a Glock, lil' bitch

Mirror broken and it's gotta get fixed (Get fixed)

Leather toes for them hoes, not your bitch (Not your bitch)

We turn GOREGEOUS, we rock runways in our fits (In our fits)

We up late, we some bats, we in the nighttime

Your bitch thinks I'm pretty, but that's only in the nighttime

The night sky, girls around me skip by

Body on fire, body on fire (Fire)

Me and Goner, we gon' swerve off in the mist

Turning hotter than the sun wearing mitts

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch

D-Damn, I hate when I feel like this (Feel like this)

In the mirror holdin' fucking candle sticks (Candle sticks)

Drop-dead GOREGEOUS, drop dead, bitch (Yeah, yeah)