mad

Only going back and forth with the teller

Bitches bums, I ain't hear shit, Helen Keller

You know she's only talking cause I let her

She's way down that bitch is trying to get up

I don't want your nigga, baby keep your head up

Do you like a Christmas tree and get you lit up

Said you're coming for me baby, wish you good luck

She be all up on my page, just like her nigga

Fine bitches only coming through

I'm in the pole position, so they're so throwing blues

It go 'skrt', 'skrt' then I put that shit in cruise

Chrome hearts, cold hearted like my jewels