Bitch, don't treat me like this
Bitch, I'm already cold as shit
Bitch, no, I can't trust none of them
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I got a sick feeling about the future
High fashion tryna look like a cougar
I just put a baked potato on the ruger
They see we stalking them like Freddy Krueger
I been talking so much shit until my tooth hurt
And your bitch the type to go ask me for a roofer
I only got one dick, so how I'm here with two girls
I want Margiela gats just to say I knew her
The smoke rise in this bitch
High as a bitch
I won't die, bitch, Im lit
Die, bitch, Im lit
Look at the sky for a bit
That's my lil' bitch
Don't know why I would ever miss you
I never miss
I can't make you Mrs. Tray
But you could make some packs with cellophane
I don't know the f*cking day
Every day just the f*cking same
Get a bag and f*ck a lame
Then she get clout off of my name, yeah
Bitch, don't treat me like this
Bitch, I'm already cold as shit
Bitch, no, I can't trust none of them
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, don't treat me like this
Bitch, I'm already cold as shit
Bitch, no, I can't trust none of them
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch