Y’all hoes know what the f#ckin’ vibes is
Yo, I get the money, get a bag, then I do the dash
b#tches hatin’ on me, ’cause I make they n#gg# nut fast
I put a ski on, and you b#tches know that it’s demon time
b#tches hit my line, do a crime, I ain’t doin’ time
I get a beat, and then I’m quick to bring the heat
That n#gg# b#tch so trash, I’m what he really wanna eat
I’m quick to get a pin, and write a b#tch up like a novel
b#tches givin’ lower shelf, I’m steady givin’ top bottle (Mwah)
A doll face, even with no f#ckin’ makeup on
Yo’ n#gg# Ken to my Barbie, know that n#gg# gone
You hoes a game, I’m the king, you my f#ckin’ pawn
b#tches act like pests, you a weed, time to mow the lawn
Steady cookin’, all these b#tches wanna beef
Takin’ all they n#gg#s, you can call my #ss a thief
A spicy b#tch, but I got him thinkin’ I’ma treat
These b#tches copyin’ my style, but you know they can’t compete
I step in any room, and I got every b#tch froze
The ice up on my neck got you sniffin’, wipe yo’ nose
They wonder what’s my secret, ask yo’ n#gg#, bet he know
But I ain’t f#ckin’ with no DH n#gg#, he just for the hoes (Mwah)
Like evil twin, you know I’m givin’ out smoke
Ya life a joke, pockets broke, and ya doin’ coke
I’m new to this, how I’m better than you already?
I’m a young fly b#tch, and you b#tches lookin’ sweaty
You lookin’ shitty, but I’m givin’ top tier
No other b#tch up on my level, b#tch, drop a tear
Bum b#tches talkin’ sh#t, I feel it in my ear
But when I find out who was talkin’ bet these b#tches havin’ fear
The coldest hot girl, b#tches really blowin’ me
Yo’ n#gg# with the b#tches in the back tryna blow on me The hardest in the city, ain’t no n#gg# showin’ it
Been givin’ me little, why the f#ck would I be wantin’ it?
I’m bossed up, and I’m turnin’ up the flame ho
I got ’em so obsessed with me, they love to say the name, ho
Wild card, these n#gg#s wanna try to tame ho
But b#tches cannot step to me, ’cause checkin’ ain’t the game though
I’m heatin’ up, I’m on you rappin’ b#tches #ss
You can’t compete, I’ma elite, different class
That n#gg# left you, ’cause yo’ #ss stiff like some plastic
You hoes delusional, granny rollin’ in her casket
You weak b#tches know what’s up
You wack hoes know what the f#ck is good
Ready for any one of you motherf#ckin’ b#tches, yeah
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