The Fuccbois - Meteor Lyrics

Star, Thicc, and Turt, you 'bout to get hurt
Your bitch tryna flirt, taking off her shirt
Your bitch sending me pictures, from up in her skirt
Put you in the earth, put you in the f*cking dirt
You know I'm flipping birds, listen to my words
It was a shame your mom gave birth
All because of one little insert
All because of one failed, pulled out
F*cked that bitch in her mouth
F*cked that bitch in her south
That bitch got f*cking plowed
Smoking on some f*cking loud
Smoking on some f*cking cloud
You tryna get some clout
Ghostwritten, the lyrics that come out your mouth
F*ck, my phone's at 9%
I'ma wipe off the sweat then make you wet
The thing is we haven't even started yet
This dick gon' put that bitch to bed
I notice that a bad bitch got the perfect hair
I notice that a bad bitch doesn't even care
She will f*cking cut you
She will f*cking hurt you
So don't f*ck around or you'll be so scared
She came here up from the streets
Her pussy gon' make me weep
But this dick gon' make her scream
She saying this must be a dream
She never had dick like me
She a pretty girl all I can see
So I got her all on her knees
I look at her and give her a tease
She in the bathroom wiping powder off her shirt
Blood on the mirror and the shaking's getting worse
She on her own, no money for rent
So she lacing up her babydoll, corner events
Double cup spilling on her legs in the car
Running on fumes, only take her so far
Chipped fake nails pushing open double doors
Dirty high heels walking on the marble floors
Tryna keep her balance cuz she tryna stand tall
Stars in the ceiling start to rattle and fall
She gotta take a break, shooting up in the wings
Tie another story in the system of strings
Ratty hair, tossed on the bed, yanking on her head
Hope the satin don't turn bloody red, waking up dead
Little too strong and that's the end of the show
Spend the f*cking night, get the money and go