Tob

(Check the score, ooh, Sav killed it)

(Hey, yo, bring this bitch **** over here)

(What's up man?)

(Feeding these motherfuckers too, man)

(What the fuck?)

(What's up? What's going on, man?)

(We're hearing things)

(Put all your hands down, put your fucking hands down)

(Everything ain't alright then)

(I ain't neither)

Eh, bitch, go 'head, lurk and get your feelings hurt

Talkin' crazy, we gon' put your picture on a shirt

Queen of this trap shit, bitch, who did it first? (Who did it first?)

You see what happen when you copy sauce and it don't work

Four-five hollow heads, keep it off safety

Bullets make your body fall back and do the matrix

Hellcat irkin' on them boys, they can't chase me

I got so much Off-White, my closet lookin' racist (ah)

State to state, still gon' catch me throwing up the Row

My son pocket change enough to buy a couple 'bows

Like I was shootin' dice, I had to get it off the floor

I'm into chasing checks, I don't gossip 'bout these hoes

Lame hoes forgot who the bitch that really run shit (run shit)

Some people you don't play with, and I'm that one bitch

This shit be light, this 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 (who run shit?)

Some people you don't play with, and I'm that one bitch

This shit be light, this just the money I have fun with

If I compare my life to yours, then I'm dumb rich