Cover yourself, bitch
Put on a fuckin' shirt
Hairy ass armpits
That shit is, gross

Cover myself, respect my health
Baby girl, don't you never tell me, shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)
I don't wanna hear it, no (Let it go, let it go, let it go)
I go back and forth like a lover
Above the ground then I'm under, uh (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
I, put on a shirt, don't dress like a man
Oh my God, don't you never tell me, shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)
I don't like the spirit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

Tryna get high with no company
You leave your mind in the gutter
I'm young and wise like a mother
(Bitch, back the fuck up)
I don't feel like me, when you talkin'
Nah, I don't feel like me, when you talkin'
All these weakness, damn this bitch can breathe
Not your honey, let me be
I don't wanna eat, I don't wanna eat

Verse 3]
Talk with your teeth, let it all in
Talk to the kids, let 'em begin
To understand the way that the ringin'
Make your own body like a buffet
Two little titties lookin' lovely
But I can never free 'em in the right way
And momma never told me kick it lightly
I am not a bubble but bitch I'm 'bout to pop off
B-E-D, double degree, he tryna Dance with me, preconceived, fantasy
He tryna dance with me
I stand still but he don't know the deal
I'm unconcealed, he tryna a feel
Bitch I'm in a t-shirt, bite until your teeth hurt
Don't you know Look me in my fuckin' eyes

Energy
Can't just sleep
With the green my eyes ooh
In a tree (Yeah)
Smokin' tree (Yeah)
I've been, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high

My shotgun feel the same these days
Bitch, tell me I'm pretty
My shotgun feel the same these days
Bitch, tell me I'm pretty