prod. usaidbanko - 148 bpm

I just dropped the top
And now she callin' me (callin' me)
Balenci when i walk
I hope they don't follow me
Rich hoes like to flex hard
Bitch, I know that
And that bitch boy don't wanna' press charge
Cause I tote that (fah)

I got a strap when I walk
And please don't come round here
Looking for love, but it's lost
I fuck that bitch from the top down
Spending it, throwing it all out
All for a bitch that don't want me no more
I swear that I cannot stand it with whores
But I gave it all for a standard whore

I walk into Prada i'm buying the store
I walk in the building the bitch hit the floor
I'm off a pill I can't hear you no more
She clean it up, got one foot out thе door
She clean it up but she wantеd some more
I hit that bitch in the back with four
I hit his bitch in the back, oh lord
That bitch is wild and rachet for sure

If he talk show him my rachet for sure
Huh? Bitch i'ma slap him for sure (what?)
I put him up in a casket oh lord
Fuck that boy whippin' a Honda Accord?
I pull up and I spend, and I spend, and I spend
And I spend, and I spend, and the commas dior
Bitch I ain't got no heart
We light him up and we send him to the stars

Send him to stars (ah)
Send him to stars (uh)
I got a—(uh)
Send him to stars (uh huh)
I got a bih—(hold on)
I got a bih that, that i'm feelin' apart
Feelin' apart (part)
I got a bih that, that i'm feelin' apart (yeah)
Sent her my heart, uh-ah-huh

I just dropped the top
And now she callin' me (callin' me)
Balenci when i walk
I hope they don't follow me
Rich hoes like to flex hard
Bitch, I know that
And that bitch boy don't wanna' press charge
Cause I tote that

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