Lyrics
There's this thing called neural entertainment where
Two people's brain waves sync when they hear one another's voices
Also, dolphins give one another names and I
Thought that was pretty cute
What are you up to, papi?
Bury you in my backyard, all you hos are comin' hard
Run upon you busta bitches, talkin' shit and pull your card
Bury you in my backyard, all you hos are comin' hard
Run upon you busta bitches, talkin' shit and pull your card
'Cause you runnin' naked in the street like a maze
Locked in my basement to torture you for days
Lil' whoopin' cat told my pimpin' thots
'Cause she said no helpin' me, I am too crazed
Niggas at your house, they don't care for the rule
Blasted out your shoes, so what you gonna do?
.9 cocked to your dome, bitch, play it
These aren't real
These aren't real