TOB - Molly Brazy

Ay bitch gon' hit lurkin' get your feelings hurt

Talkin' crazy we gon put your picture on a shirt

Queen of this trap shit bitch you did it first

You see what happens when you copy source and it don’t work

Four, five hallow heads keep it off safety

Bullets make your body fall back and do the matrix

Hellcat actin' on them voice they can’t chase me

I got so much off-white my claws looking racist

Safe to stay still gon' catch me throwing up a throw

My pocket changin' off the block couple bows

Like I was shootin' dice I had to get it off the floor

I’m in it chasin' cheques 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 its 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 it’s just the money I have fun with

If I compare my life to yours then I’m dumb rich