TOB

(álbum: 17Molly - 2022)

(Check the score)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ayy

Bitch, go 'head, lurk and get your feelings hurt
Talking 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 irking on them boys, they can't chase me
I got so much Off-White, my closet looking racist
State to state, still gon' catch me throwing up the Row
My son pocket change enough to buy a couple 'bows
Like I was shooting 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
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
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