Текст песни tri-state - Biv

Bet I slap a bitch-made sideways
Pull the mask off, what you hiding?
Don't worry bout my lane
Yall ain't even make it out the tri-state
Got love, but they fuck around with my name
Knock that bitch down
Watch em gyrate
Who the fuck said you a problem?
Burner make a fucka carbohydrate

Yall fuck around with my pain
Add a mothafucka to the crime rate
Bitch I did this shit my way
Broke as fuck
And my mental spiraling
Ain't no telling me nothing
Knock his head out of the function
Talk like you banging shit
Till that drum pop pop the percussion

To many days got me headcase
Couldn't find the headspace
When you pay raise
Now they wanna show face
Got dead weight
Praised by your own fate
Bitch you just mid faze
Till that money dry up, cumstains
Tryna pack weight
Couldn't find they own replay
Yall copy same face
Just hand off, relay
How you finna crash out
Yall ain't even got lanes

Still got my blood pumpin
Pop out and got this bitch jumpin
Speak on my first
Is you lookin for something?
We get dumpin
Bitch
Tagging the back of a politician
Face fuckin the system
This been apart of the mission
Into submission
Land of the free
Bitch who is you kiddin?