TOB

Lyrics

[Intro] (Check the score) (Ooh, Sav killed it) Ayy [Verse 1] 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 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 [Chorus] 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