Close to the edge but if I fall ima fly
Missed call from death but everytime I call no reply
Ima ball till I die
Money tall as the sky
F*ck the eye doc and whoever targeting I
All my bars really fly I shit on ya favorite bitch
Shoulda never too her weak style overrated it
If ever spread these legs that nigga over-ate the shit
And if you food momma told I'm not posted to play with it
So I'm aiming at your jugular
Female hustler
You aint finna look good when I hit you tummy up
I will never stoop to ya dumb level all I keep hearing twitter fingers wanna thumb wrestle.
Make me put the paws on a bitch
That's a kitty bar
You don't want me to expose
Who you really are