Spoiled 2gaudy

[Verse 1]
I ain't tryna hear the talk (No)
Bitch, I don't need you at all (No)
Know it's just [?] every time I walk
Bitch, I go balls to the walls
Model S, you know coupes so fast
I know they can't hear me at all
Hennessey up in my flask
I don't need an excuse to ball
Bitch, I got my bread up
Shoot you from the head up
I'm so sick, nigga gonna need a check-up (Woah)
Can't waste time on a goddamn ho
Fuck a bitch with my friend, know your eskibros
She stalking me, always liking my posts
Thinking she can fix me, bitch fix your nose
Carlton Ritz and designer clothes
Keep up my grind 'till I'm in that rolls
'Till I'm in the grave
I don't think there's a bitch that I could save
Brand new chain, 12 years a slave
If I'm locked up, I'm gon' misbehavе
Talk shit on me, well you bettеr get your bread up
SeaWorld, how your whole block getting wetter
Counting that she's on a flight overseas
You can call me a rat 'cause I get my feta