Istasha, this shit fucking sucks


Bitch, I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood, that's white gold
Talking like they moths to a flame light strobes
laid to rest in the cold (Oh)
Bitch, I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood, that's white gold
Talking like they moths to a flame light strobes
laid to rest in the cold (Oh)


Missing all your trash, I'm busy passing in a mask (Ah)
Easy like it's molded, told 'em is he made of plastic
CC0, zero seconds closing every task on the locked up spasms
Acting up, never drastic
Okay, hold up
Need that gas, I need a lollipop
Erode it, might fade out, I pass out on the run up
Bullshit, I'm gonna, I feed the anaconda
Chase it like it's strokes
and got the rust spill in the gutter

Bitch, I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood, that's white gold
Talking like they moths to a flame light strobes
laid to rest in the cold (Oh)
Bitch, I walk it off, on a rope, eyes closed
Tainted like I'm out of blood, that's white gold
Talking like they moths to a flame light strobes
laid to rest in the cold (Oh)

Bitch I walk it off