​b line

Bitch you dumb
Bitch you make my fucking brain melt
Im cutting out your eyes
To see the pain felt

Bitch pay what you owe me i am not the old
I am not your homie fuck how you control me

Bitch we in the back counting them racks
Bitch got g-star on her ass
Oh that white bitch got some ass
Oh now that bitch smoking gas

I made that bitch
Know why that bitch on my dick
This bitch make me sick
And her mans is a bitch

To the money make a b line
All these fuckers feline
Fn shoot him he flying
Fn shoot him he crying
Bitch get your racks up
Bitch whats the matter
Ima come into your crib
And kill you let it splatter