b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gathering the fact I'm lost up in my mind
Sad to think about how I wanna die like every time
Can't wonder why, look, lil' hoe don't run away from me
Just pray for me, can't stop me from my prime
f*ck the world can't stress sh*t
Reprimand me
Ok Shawty with them cheeks
Make my mood, feeling dandy, relax me
Foreign 2 seater no back seat
Moving white girl no Ashley, past tense
I'm that n*gga
Like that? Who is you asking
Diamond VVS' on my neck
This sh*t real pointers
Heard yo baby momma drop that neck
She a home runner
What's that right there swanging on yo neck?
That's a cool Hunnid
And you steady you claiming you the best?
Cause all these rappers suckers
Leach pluckers