[Intro] Yeah Tolk to me clean (uh) [Verse 1] Got a closet from the state ward Silk gloves with the crest sewn He call me danger in a black coat Name stamped clean That’s a blacklist Red lips Cold Little attitude Said he want class Not a bad truth I’m the fee and the fine Baby Tax raised You can't swim where the real wolves operate [Chorus] I’m a Pravda bitch Tall boots Never slip Walkin’ through the hall Every eye Every stitch He gon’ trade a name just to say that we linked If he talk loose then he gone by the week I’m a Pravda bitch Gold pin on my hip If you wanna sit Better move how I live I don’t chase I choose Never beg for a thing You can wear the crown I’ll be runnin’ the strings (yeah) [Verse 2] Dinner bill lookin’ like a month wage He say “damn, girl” I say “wrong phrase” Screenshot leaks to the backchannel “Girl he folded” “Yeah… predictable” High tower view I’m the main file Line too long He can wait now If he ever switch There’s a trench by the wall I don’t lose sleep I just don’t answer calls (hey!) [Chorus] I’m a Pravda bitch High class Iron grip Walkin’ out the gates Every step Calculated He gon’ pay the fee just to breathe in my mix If he move strange then he cut from the list I’m a Pravda bitch Wrist cold when I sip If you wanna stay Better know what this is I don’t chase I pick Never beg for a thing You can play the king I’ll be pulling the strings (pullin’ the strings)
