Lyrics
My name's Cowgirl, I'm mad pretty tho'
Fewer words, not for the games, quite confident
6'1, modellish gaze, you ain't hear me tho'
Think about, when it all ends, quite often I-
Sit back, hit up a ____, like it's nothin' I-
Know I should read the Quran, but I'm buggin' out
4:30, slidin' back home, like 'How it's Fajr now?'
I got God in my heart, I got death in my heart
Got revenge in my heart, I'm grateful
I got ____ in my heart, I got ____ in my heart
Minor 9's in my heart, obsessed
I really wanna go LA, play Georgia, J*DaVeY on the motorway
Hit my hero on the phone, play him this shit
Or maybe track ____, baby I'm gifted
I spit it out is what I'm talkin' bout
Pull up in the droptop, party
I'm dumbstruck, the party on me
They say that if the blunts stop rockin',
Then we stop rockin', the blunts stop, the party on E
If you smoke weed, puff gas, toke dope
That's what I'm talkin' bout
Smoke weed man, that's what I'm talkin' bout
Drink liq' and yo, vibe for a second
They take risks, we smoke fires
Whatever, we smoke fires
... Tote wires, I'm international
Poke sip a little ____, take a little ____
Smoke a little hash take a little ____
Weed, blow, smoke, dope - How he do that?
... True flags
Show 'em how I rap like a durag
They slept on 'im so I woke 'em up like ____
Or Cock-A-___, show 'em what a bitch nigga'd say
And what a Goth'd do
Day ones switched on him, nope it's not impossible
Grudge-holding, make them nigs stand on it like weight watchers
No late texts, 'Hey Stranger!' ain't an option
Once we done I'm fuckin' Baby Mums and Doctors
All bets are off
Pull up in the droptop, party
I'm dumbstruck, the party on me
They say that if the blunts stop rockin',
Then we stop rockin', the blunts stop, the party on E
If you smoke weed, puff gas, toke dope