Powder On Me

Swear they tripping on sum when I walk in I think I got powder on me

Trying to search me like a cop don't touch me there baby

It's a crime to pass by I'm a whole stop sign huh

Just commit arson up in this hoe call it a tripacide

I really did it

Caught in the fire that's nun of my problem my vision committed

Seen a pattern they crossing them red lights on me

Soul the price you gon' pay for that fine

Just as a tax take your bitch cause she fine

I turn a bed to a go out and dine

All of them screams got them thinking there's somebody dying