GOTH THOT [Prod. SUPREME]

LYRICS [HOOK]: Polo white t gone match wit my socks You hatin on me, yo ass could get dropped Fuck wit my slimes, yo ass could get popped, Pour up some more drank, the pain it wont stop Been through some shit, im cold hearted (heartless) You fucked wit my bros dont think that i forgot bitch Smokin on trees, the gas in my pocket Goin full speed, blast off like Team Rocket [VERSE]: Hopin these these words go thru you She play with my feelings, sumthin like voodoo Goth bitch dancin round in her new boots Chain swang from her hips like a loose noose Fish net leggings ripped from her exes She dont want love just want yo attention Steady on social media just flexin She hit my line, now im her mentions I aint gone worry bout hoes. (hell nah) Live. Love. Break some hearts. and learn lessons Look to the sky and count all my blessings Look to the sky and count all my blessings Yuh Shawty she bad and she know it Want my attention cause she feelin lonely Callin me baby,  she dont even know me Damn she dont even know me [HOOK]x2