Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, b***h
(Go Grizz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) (B-B-Bankroll Got It)
I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n***a (the fuck?)
I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)
Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)
20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n***a say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)
Since a jit, thought I was grown (haha), I ain't never watched my tone (never)
I would cry over these niggas, but a b***h never alone (aw)
Wanna fight me 'bout some d**k 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (huh?)
I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (damn)
Ho, I'll take over your city (city), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a b***h and show no pity (haha)
I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (ooh)
A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you
She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (bye)
Why the f*ck you let me meet your n***a if you know he thirsty? Stupid b***h
I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n***a (the fuck?)
I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)
Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)
20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n***a say I'm perfect, anyway
Hmm, y'all know who the f*ck it is, the most loved, the most hated
The highest anticipated
The one your n***a wish he dated, hahaha
Real hot girl shit, ayy
Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old niggas (recyclin' all my old niggas)
Trends you think you settin', I had that s**t on in my old pictures (yeah)
I'm standin' on bidness (yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)
What the f*ck I look like, trippin' on one outta seven billion? (Hahaha, huh)
I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (yeah)
Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (ah)
Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (on the gang)
I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (ayy)
A-ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (mwah-baow), play your face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (baow-baow)
Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (yeah-yeah), diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest
These bitches tryna be funny, they jokin', everything Megan put out, I own it
I don't care who you think hotter than me, ain't a b***h stepped, I ain't smokin'
He-he-he was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (in my mentions hatin')
That's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (shh)
Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (yeah-yeah, do nothin' to a player)
All it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishin' well (ah)
I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n***a (the fuck?)
I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)
Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)
20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n***a say I'm perfect (tuh)
He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree, tuh
20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (anyway) bitch, you a clown, and I'm allergic, come on
Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my n***a say I'm perfect (tuh)
