a poem i wrote for my online gf - Savage Ga$p

Uhh, and she don’t need romantics

Fucked on Discord, e-love antics

Huh, and she don’t need slow dancing

She gon' dance to this shit, huh, e-love anthem, uh

What’s that shit, now what’s that shit?

Oh that’s that new Savage Ga$p, hoe bump that shit

Now why these goth women wanna come and bust that shit?

Cause I’m the king of the fucking pumpkin patch, bust down crypt, yeah

Huh, you looking sad as a bitch, and I’m just chillin' with my bros,

pocket fat as a bitch

Man, huh, I never cap on a bitch

The only time I really talk is in a chat with your bitch, huh

Huh, she finna come for your neck

She said «He only smoke mid and his room is a mess», yuh

Huh, she in the mood and I’m stressed

She told me «Choke me harder», I’m like «Damn I’m doing my best», yuh

Huh, boy, she on that freak shit

Paying for your dinner with them feet pics

Damn, she finna drop that dude

I heard he live in Wisconsin, dick game weak, shit

Off the purple shit, needle of hoes

And I be stomping on these rappers, huh, Weedle ass hoes, huh

Bitch you know I got the Beamer in gold

They wanna talk, I just keep it short, I’m beatin' a chode, yuh

Louie V logo on the skin up on my nutsack

Balenciaga runners on me, that’s why she runs back, huh

Yeah, I know she love that

Drop an F4 in the chat when she fuck back

And she don’t need romantics

Fucked on Discord, e-love antics

Huh, and she don’t need slow dancing

She gon' dance to this shit, huh, e-love anthem, uh

What’s that shit, now what’s that shit?

Oh that’s that new Savage Ga$p, hoe bump that shit

Now why these goth women wanna come and bust that shit?

Cause I’m the king of the fucking pumpkin patch, bust down crypt, yeah