NEWGOTHB!TCH ft. WHYTYLXR & NERONOIR Lyrics

(Yuh)

Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control

Shawty told me lay her down

I put her in a choke hold (Ah)

And I'm sorry I don't text hoes

I'm just getting money you're getting mad

I'm getting checks though

Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye

Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye

Now they wanna be me

With my outfits lookin decked out

I'm just getting money you're getting mad

I'm getting checks though

I told her to suck my dick

Real quick

Better come and up it

I might fuck it

I might choke that bitch

Her eyes rollin' back while I'm

Fuckin the back of her brain

I'm just a nasty mothafucka

Gotta get that cash lil mothafucka

I'm like the grinch I don't like christmas

I like bitches uh uh uh

The way that she wear makeup look

She lookin like she goth

She got daddy issues

That's why she be taking off the top

She a freak she got tattoos

Now she rockin hella bondage

We been talking in the dms

Now she just wanna be mine now

Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control

Shawty told me lay her down

I put her in a choke hold (Ah)

And I'm sorry I don't text hoes

I'm just getting money you're getting mad

I'm getting checks though

(Yuh, aye, yuh) I said

Woah woah woah woah

Mm my thottie givin throat

She told me she a baddie

Off the xanny and the coke

Yeah, fuck it

We getting back to the meta

Early access in the pussy, that's beta

Yuh she be my little fuckin goth bitch

I'm recording while I fuck her

Put her on Twitch

That's why I'm winning

While I treat her like a misfit

Wing-tip lashes

Got me staying on my simp shit

(Aye, look huh, what, aye)

Where I'm at

Yeah that bitch be into cosplay

That's why she dress like a cat

She got black fuckin leggings

Like the way she throw it back

I broke her back like a kit kat

She lovin the way that I fuck that

(Yuh)

Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control

Shawty told me lay her down

I put her in a choke hold (Ah)

And I'm sorry I don't text hoes

I'm just getting money you're getting mad

I'm getting checks though

Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye

Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye

Now they wanna be me

With my outfits lookin decked out

I'm just getting money you're getting mad

I'm getting checks though