Lyrics:

IHA:

idk i freestyled my verse

Lxthnl:

sorry that i couldn’t be the one to be right with your plans
i don’t fuck with hoes
just a bitch with a spray tan
i was nicer in the summer
you can cool it don’t got no buzzer
i wanna pop out with a number
empty bitches turn to runners like

now you cryin from a cell
did some shit and died oh well
i wish i could explain myself
but bitch i can’t really tell

oh
but you think that i aint cold
ima leave your ass crying aint no bitch im bouta hold
blow the fuse let it go
i aint bitchin. dont be snitchin
catch me slippin, shots are hittin
find me and you gon die
you can pop out in my kitchen
all these bitches want me dead
im in your bitches bed
big brain, gon get hit
like amber heard im the shit