CEILING Lyrics

Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling

Fire on me, feel like the villain
Molly pink just Krillin, finger fuck business, I walk in the building
I see my opps in the section, my shooter scare them, we talk about the killings
My bitch, she call me a tool in the bed, once I’m in her, I do all that drilling
MCM backpack on me, all gold on my neck like a trophy
And I’m pouring that Purple like Kobe, and I got me a plug up in Maryland
With a redbone, said she from Maryland, and I get to that bag I ain’t staring at it
We just came with a hundred choppas in this bitch, with the gun on your neck, let it marinate
I can fuck on your ho, but you can’t get in my crib, it came with a damn gate
She gon’ eat on my dick on a damn plate
I’m believing all the cap for your damn sake
And I been in the gym for the damn weight
Model ho wanna fuck off the damn name
And I’m putting in all the work
R8 slaying, feel like Vert
I had to go get up, get rich or your ass get murked
Mike Jack all in the church, in the pussy, making it hurt
Glock 19 on my hip play with me your ass getting purped
In the hood, I stay alert

Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling
Little bitch, I don’t care, all of my racks gon’ break through ceiling