Goth Bxtch lyrics

Running up these checks got a bag with a bad b*tch she be sucking di*k when I pull up with the address all up on my line cuz you know we got catfis (yea know we got catfis), f*ckin on ya b*tch in the back like a ad lib pull up with a strap, get the bag now we blastin all up on my line cause she know we got catfis pop a couple xans got me f*ckin on a actress

I be counting checks I be counting all these racks I might f*ck yo b*tch with these diamonds on my neck I got gucci on my bag I might f*cking break her back imma pull up with the choppa and the ak with a mag like damn yea I'm in my bag tell her bring it back f*ck on yo b*tch beretta my hip diamonds my neck and she down for the motherf*ckin clique like damn (like damn, like damn)

White girl screamin “where the cocaine at?” im runnin thru the city with the four five yeah now yo girl she want me cause i got the bag pink split dye with a big fat ass now they say they want me cause i got some cash you can have her heart i just want the ass sayin that she love me cause we move to fast cryin on the phone cause this sh*t won’t last