​fresh to DEATH ​Punkinloveee

[Verse]
Oh my fucking gosh, you are such a fuckin' opp
Everybody in the club 'bout to get fuckin' shot
Everybody in the party, put your fuckin' hands up
Yeah, I need your wallet and the car keys, plug it up
Louis V casket dressin' my body
I drugged her but I'm so sorry
I just hit a lick, that's three hundred, baby
All-black Chanel on me, I'm shady
I just cop bands and she know I'm the one
You can do my drugs, yeah, you can hold my gun
Slit my wrists open in the bathtub
I'ma slit my wrists, yeah, just for fun
Neglect me, it's okay
Inject me with propane
Finesse me? There's no way (Woah)
Scene bitches and cocaine
Gimme, gimme more, I want glitz and glamour
Reconstruct my nose, put me on a poster
I just heart your couture, it's so hot for sure
It leaves me beggin' for more, so get me down on the floor
My fashion's fresh to death, I'll hit you harder than meth
I'll leave you gaspin' for breath, you know I rock it the best

[Outro]
Drugs, fashion, love, death
Fashion, drugs, love, blood