[Verse 1]
I sent you fifty-five radio [?]
But your head came off like [rats][?] in Wichita
Electric cigarettes burning my tongue (Ah!)
Hot fuzz dropping down your neck to your collarbone

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I got blood stains on my glove
She lay me down in a coffin
Put a ring around my neck
I had my love gun pointed up

[Chorus]
That pretty girl's got a gun
She point it right at me
Now watch the way you aim it, hon'
That buzzer tryna sting me like a bee

[Verse 2]
It's okay if you suffocate
But your mommy might cry when she finds you pacified
Oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I got blood stains on my glove
She laid me down in a coffin
Was a shotgun where I told her
"I-I-I had enough"

[Chorus]
That pretty girl's got a gun
She point it right at me
Now watch the way you aim it hon'
That [?] bullet is [?] for free (Ah!)

[Interlude]
Shе pull that trigger

[Chorus]
That pretty girl's got a gun
She point it right at mе
Now watch the way you aim it hon'
That buzzer tryna sting me like a bee