It feel hot as Hell in this studio, man
I feel like snatchin' out this wig, goin' crazy
It's finna get ugly for you hoes

They like cupcakKe you gotta do more, why the fuck you don't do features? (Oh)
'Cause it's no face, no case, that's why I don't do the shit, let me teach you (That all)
Got one call, keep the circle small, like the lace hoes in your sneakers (On God)
I be a City Girl, finna clap a bitch, chopper make her shake like Careisha
I'm on your pop boy, no JB, uh
Hella woke but I play sleep, uh
Want a verse? Gotta pay me
Ain't shit free, no JT
He got a mask on 'cause his breath stank
That shit ain't due to no COVID, hoe
The draco puttin' holes in 'em, man it look like I'm spellin' OVO
Man Nicki ain't won a Grammy yet?
That ain't sittin' right, that's hate
And my makeup be on beat
I bet Blueface can't relate
They say you lackin' when it come to interviews, I say, "Nah, nigga, I'm straight"
'Cause it's no need for a Breakfast Club, if you already done ate
Like a nigga did on that one night, I forgot to shave, that's weird
That nigga left the house with no facial hair but I sent him back with a beard (Damn)
When I'm the hood bro, I'm good hoe, when they offer food and beers
'Cause these niggas got roaches, so I just hold the cup and say "Cheers"
No I don't wanna drink, give a fuck what you think
And my attitude stink but my pussy still pink
Walk in with a mink, drip hard like the sink
And the Glock get drown on a nigga, black ink
Bitches so rude when I'm out with my dude
They be starin' at him and they don't even blink
Fuck it I gave her a black and no peas
Now that bitch don't even know how to wink
Now she Fetty Wap, while I'm gettin guap
Bitches all frown when I speak
Think she fly, must be Spirit
'Cause I swear to God that's cheap
Told that bitch reach your feet
There's no way my nigga gon' cheat
'Cause it's Rosa Parks on a nigga face, I ain't gettin' off from this seat (Hahaha)
If you got somethin' to say, then say it bitch
You better say it with your chest
Everyday I make another bitch, pissin' like a walkin' pregnancy test
Shawty I'm all the way on the top floor and you damn near front desk
It take one bullet, now you Heaven singin' like Keisha Cole, said the rest
Niggas get a haircut and a Gucci belt, they all wanna flex in they shitty clothes
Whole time money shorter than Tory Lanez on his tippy toes
So slick with the shit, you can never peep when I'm out here [?]
Like I can say I got a bogger, and that just mean wipe a nigga nose
Talk shit on the internet then I pulled up, she was hella proper
Since her brain so foggy, bring back Kobe
Put it in the helicopter
And it's RIP, to his daughter, man
We gon' ball like Gigi
Shoot on they neck then their ass dead
These hoes elephant, Fifi
Ayy yo, hoes so silly
Flow on Milli
Bitches turned out four-five big dealers
Pussy so trilly
He paid the billy
Then I let him fuck, oh no, not really
Everything is a steak like Philly
Tea so hot that it's finna get spilled
This for Chicago, 63rd Cosmos
But I got cribs in Hollywood Hill-y
Last night I met Karen, I had to beat the bitch on the cargos (Stupid ass)
2020 nigga still racist but he [?] with the hard shows
Black and white says it's unity, we could really look like a bar code
But right now I feel like doin' laundry, can't mix the whites with the dark clothes
No nigga, I'm not convinced
This that muhfuckin' oppulence
If not me, who toppin' this?
Know we ain't shit but the opposites
You show muhfuckin' common sense
In the face I let the [?]
Now she talking 'bout, "Let's make up"
Do I look like Rihanna, bitch?
Please ​cupcakKe, ​cupcakKe please, can you take this shit ease? (No)
I'm in my bag like I'm in King Crab, let me roll up my sleeve
These hoes irritate my soul, like seein' Air Forces with the creases (What are those?)
And you know I keep that. 40, that bitch bussin' like Bernice, on God