Dungeon

Dungeon
I'm feeling good bitch I'm feelin' great
I smoke a blunt and try to get away
I finna f*** she finna date
She always in my fuckin' face
I'm sick of all the chicken talkin'
These bitches stalkin'
I'll put that pu*** in a coffin'
That ass get lost in
She hit me up too very often
I guess I'm saucin'
I f*** you every other weekend
What else you want bitch?

I been postin up and thinkin' bout my ways
Hatin'everything I'm drinkin', smokin' in a haze
But then I scope a bitch eyein' me across the way
A devil lovin' chica with some tats up on her legs
She started kreeping with me sittin' low up in the key
Sippin' Hennessy and brass monkey black streets
Not a thang on our brain but what's next we gon' eat
I showed her to the bottom of the dungeon and she don't wanna leave