Phonk Dead

Odens got me so lit up, I might just Go and ghost you. Burn down the fifth degree, Then dash and smoke the reaper. Knocking on my door, the grim reaper wanna claim My soul. I'm a living goddess, but the devil Is a reaper fool. I ain't with no hater, I just double on These run and outs. I was a paper chaser, but the money it Don't chase us. I was swervin' in the whip, Richard Wolf in the back seat. Shorty touch on plate, sendin' out like a black Sheet. Like a black sheet. Shorty touch on plate, sendin' out like a black Sheet. Shorty touch on plate, sendin' out like a black Sheet. Like a black sheet. Oh, you got me so lit up, my mind Keeps going dojo. We burn out in the whip With cheap gas, we smoking reefer. Knocking on my door, the Grim Reaper wanna take My soul. I'm a living goddess, but the devil Does some voodoo. I ain't with no hater, I just f---with Only wanna be my chaser, but the money make Out. this burning in the whip, ritual woes in The backseat. Shorty tuck her blades, standing up Like a black sheep. Oh, You Got me so lit up, my mind keeps going Dojo. We burn out in the whip with cheap Gas, we smoking reefer. Knocking on my door, The Grim Reaper wanna take my soul. I'm a living goddess, but the devil does some Voodoo. I ain't with no hater, one that's out. He wanna be my chaser, but the money make Him pass out. All this burning in whip, Ritual woes in the backseat. Shorty tuck her blades, standing up like a black Sheep.