Steel Vagina

[Intro]

What have you done for me lately

That’s what she used to say to me (That's what, she used, to say, to me)

I ain't tripping baby, that's just the way it be

No need to get angry

Always conduct yourself like a lady

Never be shady

Don’t ever try to play me (Never try to to play me)

Give the pussy away and betray me

But either way it’s all gravy (It’s all gravy, hoe)

[Verse]

All the feelings, you can vacuum seal it

The juice is healing

The music is the truth serum (Truth)

Throughout my career I’ve wrote some bеautiful lyrics

Was in the thick of shit, my boots was in it (Got mud on my shit)

Shot up your rented Plymouth, hit your liеutenant

He bled out for ten minutes, then he was finished (He was Finished)

We know who did it, niggas overdid it (We did that shit)

Drama I dove in it (Uh)

They thought I was going swimmin' (Splash)

Or was it fishin' (Uh)

They figure since he got the pole with him, He get the stove clickin' (Fire it up, nigga)

I guess it’s common sense right? (Sense right)

While we sipp pina coladas in Nevada watching the Errol Spence fight (Yeah)

Pinch my side, we ringside

I ain’t know I can fly, it was a con, I just improvised

I learned on the job how to work the jar (Whip it)

Circular motions made the work hard (Whip it, Nigga)

Word to the God (Word to the God)

Now I’m swervin' in a German car (Skrrr)

My words and thoughts is a murder charge on a song

Rappers play this at home alone, on the low, like it’s porn

Don’t get caught jerkin' off (uh), in the loft (Uh)

Squirt on the curtains in the Waldorf (Woo)

Some whore called, said I was falling off

Bitch I just bought a unicorn (Pfft)

Hoe, that’s a horse with a horn

I’m talking to a corpse, I’m bored

I’m a boss, you a bum broad (Yeah)

The crown I got on got a hundred thorns

Pennin' songs, dog, I feel like I’m getting blood drawn (Woo, uh)

Two diamond crucifixes I wore for all the times that I’ve been double crossed (ungh)

But ain’t no love lost (Ain’t no love lost)

I just cut you off, like some cut-off shorts

Shorty thought we were some country boys (haha)

But we’ from New York

Yeah, yeah, we from up Norf'

Mothafucka