W.O.T.C (WALK OUT THE CUT)

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Walk out the cut, hair curled like a pube
Baby got me feelin' thirsty 'cause she milkin' on her boobs
Like, where are your bitches? You got no excuse
Yeah, she hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes, okay

[Verse 1]
White bitch, eat my dick like candy
My dick is a superhero written by Stan Lee
We at the beach, and we fuck by the sea
Yeah, you walkin' up my dick, you was stuck like a flea
Summa, lumma, dumma, lumma
Suck a dick, and suck another
Summa, lumma, dumma, lumma
Fuck your dad, and fuck your mother
Shoot the bitch up like a camera shutter, shutter
Bullets bounce around the fuckin' room, call it Flubber
And you look like a fascist, minus all the fashion
Yeah, that pussy grippin' tight, you can call that good traction
Splittin' up the money, you can call that good fractions
This is-This is BTH, here a different fuckin' faction

[Chorus]
Walk out the cut, hair curled like a pube
Baby got me feelin' thirsty 'cause she milkin' on her boobs
Huh, where are your bitches? You got no excuse
Yeah, she hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes

[Verse 2]
She hoppin' up on Insta just to send me all her nudes
I'm watchin' on the news while I'm drinkin' on this booze
The news was good, it said, "Your mom died"
And you ain't gettin' any bitches until pigs fly, haha, haha