If they come they better know, I’m just gone keep firing Ain’t got no friends wit me no more, I just got them bodies My mind bent I’m violent That’s my b*** I got it I’m toxic Survive it You got me I got it I don’t talk other b***s if they not you Ain’t no way another women here could top you You make me mad in any minute and I drop you I took a pill and then a n**** fell and I forgot you Forgetting bout bitches I used to have back in the trenches I would spend money on it I remember the street I let shorty get hold of my heat now the b**** acting funny on it I’m on too many drugs like a dummy on it In the Snow with a white b***** I’m saying type s**** She kinda ride like a bunny on it I’m like von off of 1700 I don’t do no fussing Breatteas with buttons on it
