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
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

Missing all your trash, I'm busy passing in a mask (ah)
Easy like it's molded, told 'em is he made of plastic
Cco, 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
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

Bitch I walk it off-