too much

With shawty red We cold In sheds Not my blood The one that fled Do not tread After each and every flick of my wrist I hear the haters hiss Mad at me cuz I make these hits Just fade it bitch You lame as shit I came for it You got the itch You make me rich Can’t say the same But you can say Who trained ya bitch Don’t I look good in this nautica Just think it was you that she bought it for You fuckin rotten whores Who keeps the score Measure cost Levels boss Incognito like the desert fox