TOB

Ay bitch gon' hit lurkin' get your feelings hurt
Talkin' crazy we gon put your picture on a shirt
Queen of this trap shit bitch you did it first
You see what happens when you copy source and it don’t work
Four, five hallow heads keep it off safety
Bullets make your body fall back and do the matrix
Hellcat actin' on them voice they can’t chase me
I got so much off-white my claws looking racist
Safe to stay still gon' catch me throwing up a throw
My pocket changin' off the block couple bows
Like I was shootin' dice I had to get it off the floor
I’m in it chasin' cheques I don’t gossip 'bout these hoes
Lame hoes forgot who the bitch that really run shit
Some people you don’t play with and I’m that one bitch
This shit be light its just the money I have fun with
If I compare my life to yours then I’m dumb rich
Lame hoes forgot who the bitch that really run shit
Some people you don’t play with and I’m that one bitch
This shit be light it’s just the money I have fun with
If I compare my life to yours then I’m dumb rich