Ocean Spirit (Intro) ft. Ainsley & Binx Lyrics

Demon put me in a dark place

She let me nut on her white face

Set up the cam got her on tape

Went to the court and she claimed rape

Hittas, got these, drilling

On my block and we spinning

I don't do no killing

Down the block and we grilling

Got a steak on we grilling

Made a movie it was thrilling

On her ass got my swill in

She gave me top face

Let me nut in her place

Skeet all over her grace

Hop in the Vick hit the race

Down the block

Made a right, Cop

Made a left, op

Til we knocked her foot socks

Back on this beat you know I don't crash

I just kill two guys for a quick roll of cash

New whip, New clothes, New Gucci, New prada

Got a bitch from the west, got a little hotta

Two dudes got stabbed

I ain't even mad

Got a little glock, got a deadbeat dad

Got a new bitch

Got a new switch

Sophie Eastone she look like a witch

That little bitch that little cunt

When she dies I'm smoking a blunt

I cannot lie I'm gonna kill her

When she dies I'm smoking reefa

Fuck with the crew, get hit with a semi

Head pulled back she sipping the Henny

Shot your neck and it's slanging over

Don't call me Ben it's Mr. Dover

I don't talk to sluts, I fuck their butts

Emo bitch with a million cuts

Sniffing her thong then ripping her bong

Going back was Hitler wrong

Psych bitch, I'm coming back

Got a new gun, extended mag

I raped an infant that shit was tight

I raped a nun glad she was white

Smoked a lot of coke that shit's good too

You ever fucked a jew that shit's good too

You ever ate ass that shit's good too

Now calm it down, her skin is brown

Don't make a move you little slut

Let off a shot it hit your gut

Sophie you think I'm done

You silly bitch I got a gun

You can't run, you can't hide

Chop your leg off and skin your eyes

One more time for this track is over

And it need something it's a Range Rover

250, hit the deck

Fuck my brothers don't break a sweat

She wanna try anal she a lil' baddie

Just the tip and she calling me daddy

Ring ring, who's on the phone

I ain't getting up, till this dick is blown

Got 33 bands all in my pocket

These bitches is ugly they hurting my sockets

Big gulp cup

Slurp, slurp, slurp

Rocket, berry, rocket, berry