Lyricist : Jordan Thorpe/Belcalis Almanzar/Samuel Jimenez/James D. Steed/Saleem Allen/Hide/Omar Lateef Thorpe/Argel Armando Lara Cuesta/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen

Composer : Jordan Thorpe/Belcalis Almanzar/Samuel Jimenez/James D. Steed/Saleem Allen/Hide/Omar Lateef Thorpe/Argel Armando Lara Cuesta/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen

制作人 : Sean Island/Argel/Smash David/Lateef/Octane/DJ SwanQo/Hide

[Intro: Summer Walker]

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits—

Now stands accused of a crime spree that has left a trail of devastation and the fear

National rap superstar is on the run after being linked to a series brutal killings

And report any sightings immediately

According to police, the victim—

Cardi B, who has always been a controversial

Bloggers, journalists, and most challengely several female rappers

If these allegations are true, it will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in the music history

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Summer Walker]

I took that deep into the red, I gone fast (Fast)

Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch, she looking back

I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold

I don't think these bitches know

I want their heads, I want them begging for their life, I want them dead

I know they heard a b***h was coming and they scared

I want to pull the lace fronts off their heads

I want all these bitches dead

[Verse: Cardi B]

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one

I tell hoes to suck my dick, they put their hair up in a bun

I let these bitches see

I should've left these hoes with none

Never smart or beef with me, what can I say?

These hoes be dumb, bitches love to die young

Look, the water fountain, put my toes in it

Music fire, put my soul in it

My coochie and my business

These bitches love putting they nose in it

Tell a bitch, you better use your head

Before I come there, put a hole in it

Like, pow, pow, pow, now she can bowl with it

They say, Cardi, you tweaking

Nah, I don't be tweaking enough

Bitches be doing s**t and I be letting it slide

And I don't be bringing it up

Bitches be out here telling lies about me

And y'all just be eating it up

But when I drag it to hell "Cardi, you evil as ****"

She say my name, she getting belt

She think I'm playing, she getting belt

When we go in the store, don't touch nothing

You complain or you getting belt

I cried three hundred days last year and none of y'all called me up

And like those tears that ran down my cheek

Y'all 'bout to be salty as ****, girl

Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's working

Guess who doing Shorts for damn near free and pockets hurting

Guess who make sure that she pay nice when we in person

And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon, uh

I'm collecting body bags like they purses

I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses

Bitches got some nerve and them be nervous (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Don't tell me, tell customer service

Not for nothing, I'm that b***h

I look good, plus I'm thick

If you get money and you cute, then bae, you basically my twin

You been here since what's poppin', then we basically locked in

You don't see me get knocked down nine times, still get up ten

They still mad about that Grammy

They still mad that I'm still poppin'

They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went dominant

[?] I rebranded, revamped it

But I ain't do nothin', had another baby

I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweaking up, in front of the world, what?

They do a b***h like that if I'm your— Huh

I tried to come in peace, they tore me in a pieces

Now I got a R.I.P

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Cardi B]

I want their heads, I want them begging for their life, I want them dead

I know they heard a b***h was coming and they scared

I want to pull the layers fronts off their heads

I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you a opp

If you with that bitch, when I come get her, you gon' die

Rap, beem, shot, bap

Uh, I want all these bitches dead

[Outro: Summer Walker & SZA]

Gone in the seas, capisce

Know I won't [?], tell how these bitches sleep

Look at me to strength, 'cause all these bitches weak

Man, I swear, I want these bitches all dead

I [?don't these] begging for their life

You playing with me, you [?] the night

I'll do more than [?], that's right

Man, I swear that I want these bitches are dead

Dead, die, dead, uh

监制 : Darrale Jones/Jonathan “Brooklyn Johnny” Descartes

录音 : Evan LaRay/David “Dos Dias” Bishop

母带工程师 : Colin Leonard

人声 : Cardi B

混音师 : Leslie Brathwaite