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It feel hot as Hell in this studio, man I feel like snatchin' off this wig, goin' crazy It's finna get ugly for you hoes They're like, "cupcakKe, you gotta do more, why the fuck you don't do features?" (Ah) '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 holes in your sneakers (On God) I be a City Girl, finna clap a bitch, chopper make her shake like Caresha I'm on your block 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 (Hahahaha) 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 there's no need for The Breakfast Club if you already done ate Like her nigga did on that one night I forgot to shave, that's weird That nigga left her 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 Yeah, my attitude stink but my pussy still pink Walk in with a mink, drip hard like the sink And the Glock get drawn on a nigga, black ink SongtexteBitches so rude when I'm out with my dude They be staring at him and they don't even blink Fuck it, I gave her a black eye, no peas Now that bitch don't even know how to wink Now she Fetty Wap, while I'm getting guap, bitches so fraud when they speak Think she fly, must be Spirit 'cause I swear to God, that's cheap Told that bitch, "Beat your feet, there's no way my nigga gon' cheat" 'Cause it's Rosa Parks on a nigga face, I ain't gettin' up from this seat (Hahaha) If you got somethin' to say, then say it bitch, and you better say it wit' yo' chest Everyday, I make another bitch pissed, I'm like a walkin' pregnancy test Shorty, I'm all the way on the top floor and you damn near front desk It take one bullet, now you Heaven sent, I'll let Keisha Cole say the rest Niggas get a haircut and a Gucci belt, then wanna flex in they shitty clothes Whole time, niggas money shorter than Tory Lanez on his tippy-toes So slick with the shit, you can never peep when I'm out here givin' cold Like, I can say, "I got a booger," 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 her in the helicopter And it's R.I.P, to his daughter, man, we gon' ball like Gigi Foot on they neck, then they ass dead, these hoes elephant, Fifi, ayo Hoes so silly, flow on Milli Bitches turned out four-five big dealers Pussy so trilly, he pay the billy Then I let him fuck, um, no, not really Everything is at stake like Philly Tea so hot that it's finna get spilly This for Chicago, 63rd Cosmos, but I got cribs in Hollywood Hilly Last night, I met Karen, I had to beat the bitch out her cargos (Stupid ass) 2020, niggas still racist but it 'posed to be 'bout what the heart shows Black and white sense of unity, we could really look like a barcode But right now, it feel like doin' laundry, can't mix the whites with the dark clothes So, nigga, I'm not convinced This that muhfuckin' opulence If not me, who toppin' this? No, we ain't shit but the opposites Use your muhfuckin' common sense In the face, I let the llama spit (Brra) Now she talkin' 'bout, "Let's make up," do I look like Rihanna, bitch? "Please cupcakKe, please, can you take this shit ease?" (Nope) I'm in my bag like I'm eatin' 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 Aus Songtexte Mania