b line lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch, you dumb, b*tch, you make my f*cking brain melt
I'm cutting out your eyes to see the pain felt
b*tch, pay what you owe me, I am not the old me
I am not your homie, f*ck how you control me

[Chorus]
b*tch we in the back counting them racks
b*tch got G-star on her ass
Oh, that white b*tch got some ass
Oh, now that b*tch smoking gas
I made that b*tch, yeah
Know why that b*tch on my di*k, yeah
This b*tch make me sick, yeah
And her mans is a b*tch, yeah

[Interlude]
That b*tch don't got no money
She don't got no money, he don't got no money
They both f*ckin broke
Um, that's all I know, f*ck you, kill yourself

[Verse 2]
To the money make a b-line, all these f*ckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
b*tch, get your racks up, b*tch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
To the money make a b-line, all these f*ckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
b*tch, get your racks up, b*tch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
[Chorus]
b*tch we in the back counting them racks
b*tch got G-star on her ass
Oh, that white b*tch got some ass
Oh, now that b*tch smoking gas
I made that b*tch, yeah
Know why that b*tch on my di*k, yeah
This b*tch make me sick, yeah
And her mans is a b*tch, yeah

[Outro]
To the money make a b-line, all these f*ckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
b*tch, get your racks up, b*tch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter
To the money make a b-line, all these f*ckers feline
FN shoot him, he flying, FN shoot him, he crying
b*tch, get your racks up, b*tch, what's the matter?
I'ma come into your crib and kill you, let it splatter