Yung Stunna - CATACOMBS Lyrics

I like money, I like cars, 'long as they' all platted gold
She's my bitch, make 'em all my bitch, that's the goal
I stay lurkin' in the shadows, but they don't know
Roll with birds, that's why they all fear the f*ckin' crow
Callin' on my phone, f*ck a ho, little bitch, huh
I stay alone, f*ck a bro, yeah, bitch, huh
No service in the Catacombs, I don't steal no bars
F*ck investigators, Sherlock Holmes, nigga, I like cars
Pussy laughing like this shit's been sweet
Hide behind a screen and drop the Tweet
Watch your words, or imma pull up on your "she"
F*ck your rollers, they don't do shit 'cept for copy me
Keep on wishing mini-me from Dollar Tree, headass pussy
All my niggas talkin' up your Ex', are you provoked?
Tryna get her back, but on my life that will not work
Hold the stick up to his skull and make him tweak out like a perc
Doin' anything just to keep his life, like what a twerp
So much money, so much stans, can't forget a stunner
They can hide, but they can't run, I'm a f*ckin' runner
I been number one, all these other faggots run'-ups
Beggin' for this dick, I suggest she shut up, yeah