[Intro]
(Hello, diary, it's me again)
Uh, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
She got 21 bodies, she savage
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know what you got on, that's not fashion, yeah

[Verse]
Leave me alone, fuck that shit you gave me
Knew you was a weirdo little bitch, you talkin' bout babies (I don't play along)
Talkin' bout voodoo like that shit not crazy
Here is some Ativan, go and take your meds, has you lost your mind?
Damn, I'm 'bout to take you to Hermès (Huh)
Love is blind, like, fuck all my diamonds (Yeah)
N***a, you can't come near me, you n***a, can't tou' me
Got a TEC motherfucker, that shit could really get bloody
Y'all ain't feel me, whеn I said I ride around dirty
Show the real mе, I'm a monster, I'm so sorry, yeah
I ain't savin' these hoes, like n***a, I'm not Mario
Fuck what you talkin' bout, I ain't got time for these hoes
You hear what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Need to get a diagnosis
I'm fresh as fuck, mix the Rick with Amazon (Yeah)
I get a ho drunk, she ask me what my sign is
Yeah, you got the guitar beats, that don't mean that you a rockstar
Uh, dirt, mud, get in front of that damn car (That car)
Yeah, ain't no Germans, in our town
Told that bitch my name, got them digits on my dashboard
Boy, don't cry 'cause I got on fuckin' Bstroy, huh, long time, yeah
Fuckin' shit, I'm paranoid, buy Vyvanse
I ain’t really making no noise
"You alive," Okay, n***a, might as well enjoy it (Enjoy your life)
What's the timin'? Skeletrix time, I already know that
Yeah no sad shit, n***a, don't fuckin' hate me
[Chorus]
She got 21 bodies, she savage (Edward Skeletrix is online)
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know, what you got on, that's not fashion
Yeah lil' Richard, huh, what do I do for a living? Yeah, I sell crack, yeah
(Comme des Garçons)
Chains on my head, like Mad Max
Y'all n***as ugly as hell, y'all need to fucking lookmaxx
Huh, stole my flow, bla-blow on him, he a dancer, ah—

[Outro]
She got 21 bodies, she savage (Edward Skeletrix is online)
She got 21 bodies, she savage
Don't know, what you got on, that's not fashion
Yeah lil' Richard, huh, what do I do for a living? Yeah, I sell crack, yeah
(Comme des Garçons)
Chains on my head, like Mad Max
Y'all n***as ugly as hell, y'all need to fucking lookmaxx