At the end of the day b#tch, I’m the catch
Yeah
Treat a bad b#tch like she ain’t one (Yeah)
’cause there’s more of y’all where you came from (Uh)
Treat a bad b#tch like she ain’t one, ’cause she ain’t one, f#ck it
b#tch, treat a bad b#tch like she ain’t one, ’cause there’s more of y’all where you came from
Treat a bad b#tch like she ain’t one, I got more of y’all and it ain’t cut
You a cornball, you do lame stuff
I’ma go hard, n#gg#, say some’
n#gg#s talk loud but don’t say none’
I’ma drawdown, f#ck a pain rush
I’ma duck low with my main stuff
All you dumb hoe’s get me cased up
I’m so cutthroat, get your face cut, and she suck toes, that’s a A+
Treat a bad b#tch like she ain’t one, got a stuffed nose with me, take one
Just got a stuffed nose with me, take one, I meant take one, I’ll take one
Put 24″‘s on a Bugatti, nah boo, sorry, this a Wraith truck
Got the coupe squatted like a workout
You don’t do molly it won’t work out
This a bool party, not a cookout
I’m in the back ally playin’ lookout
And a K too, got a wee high
When she ride on it, say, “Yee-haw”
Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish
Banana dick, baby, peel it back
If I throw this money, better get back
Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish
I don’t smoke [?] on a Saturday
I don’t drive the ‘Vette on a Saturday
See the cops go the other way
Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish, uh
Slow it down, let me get it
McLaren too fast
Promethazine for the guys, pour the whole pint in it
b#tch I’m a Z, give a f#ck ’bout no ex
I don’t care ’bout these hoe’s, I be mindin’ my business
Uh, I got two watch on two wrist’s
And still ain’t got time for you friendly lil’ b#tches
She drop the top while I’m whippin’ it, whippin’ it
Got me on the I goin’ [?]
Baby no hands on the dick, go sloppy
Don’t talk crazy, I’m with my lil’ thotty
I tried to be slick and the ring done caught me
How she ride the dick like we swervin’ the oppa
I pop me a perk, I ain’t nervous, I’m nauseous
I be observant and cautious, yeah
Know I’m savage, treat a bad b#tch like she average, I got better
I go Rondo, I go Jackson, like a math quiz I’ll pass her
Rocks on all of my wrist like I’m Saturn
When them sticks go to swingin’, I’m batter
Can’t come direct, sendin’ shots on the low-key
p#ss# #ss n#gg# put that beef on the platter
No kiddin’, I said it, I mean it, woah
No kiddin’, I’m doggin’ these b#tches, woah
I’m in New York, [?] (Woah, oh)
Protectin’ my feelins’, I don’t visit these hoe’s
Killins’, opps turnin’ victim to Lord
Switchin’, that b#tch is like, [?] motor (Yeah, yeah)
‘Posed to be zebra, you sellin’ out Zami, it ain’t no Z sh#t, what is your motive? (Yeah)
What is your motive for this?
Tried to snake out that cobra lil’ head
I wear that sh#t when I was broke
I’m gon’ be not sh#t now that I’m rich
Every thot that I hit was her friend
Every project I wanna advance
Every rock in my wrist got a hit
‘Cause I ain’t dry, yes I’m drownin’ for sh#t (Yeah, uh)
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