HecKs - DeSiGNeR eXTRaTeRReSTRiaL Lyrics

Louis Vuitton on the boots, that double C on my belt
I ain't f*ck your bitch cause she loose, the pussy show and tell
I don't give a f*ck, I make you spell D.I.E. bitch ya sent to hell
Make sure you send me pictures when you there, stand over your grave I took your air

I be high off the drugs, f*ck the D.A.R.E. Too many problems, to f*cking care
Got twin glocks, I keep a pair with extendo clips and red lasers
You ain't like me, bitch, just face it. Lean stop my hear, I need a f*cking pacer
HecKs make a hater, me the f*cking maker, Fly the tings out, out from Jamaica

Bad bitch, I just call her ass shaker I don't know if she love me or the paper
I'ma do her ass foul like a Laker, I don't give a f*ck, my time is now and later
I'm taking it over, I got her bent over. I just hit her on the sofa
Pretty girl, you the one like chosen. You just warm my heart up, it be frozen

If you hate on me, what you smoking
HecKs leave a hater motherf*cking broken. Same way I hear the beat, and just go in
I be flowing

Blond hoe, she hitting my line, She love to waste my time
I painted her face and her spine, She grabbing that dick like a mic
I beat the pussy up like Mike, We was rolling like the wheels on a bike
I just get high, out of sight. I just like when she spend the f*cking night

Heart on Ice, I just hope I live different. By myself, I just had a f*cking vision
Shit can change, it's how you pivot. This ain't written, it be off the dome
I'm a punch god stealing yo hoe, I get her designer clothes when I'm on the road
Shouts to the bros who won't fold. Hold it down, they just keep it ten-toe
Pretty girl, she just did a line of snow. She really vacuum with her nose
Hit it from the back, look at those tats Level up that bank, and hit max
Got her at my house, she blow it like g;ass. Got her bent over, smack her on the ass
Roll the pack, I'm tryna get high, With low eyes, I'm just tryna get fried.