Yeah

You know they say it's always gon' be a badder bitch, for some reason that don't apply to you

I can't even lie to you, these bitches is bad, but just not as fine as you, they

Looking at me like, "How come I'm not outside with you?" They

Looking at me like, "Who gon' make this **** fold?"

Walking all in my line of sight, tryna find out who I'ma like, let me show her to you

Let me hit her phone, "Bae, these hoes in here doin' pick and rolls," I

Know I said I was out with the bros, but I need you to go put different clothes on

Come outside

I don't know the difference between Swiss and provolone

But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes, she got a **** cheesin'

Not for any reason other than

She borderline comedian

Stay in her lane while these bitches drive on the median

Damn

Like it's 2012, I'm swerving this ho, and I mean it (Swerve)

I'm showin' no mercy to hoes, and I mean it

It's only you in this red Lamborghini, I feel like Bruce Wayne, but I need a Selena

Done wit' the Batman, you happy to see it, just gimme dat cat, and I'm happy to eat it

I'm mad at you teasin', these bitches, they lack what I need, and let's keep it a rack, they not half of what she is, I swear

Won't be no mackin' for me, and I swear

Won't be no casualties, and I swear she a killer if she in the middle and move to the right

She still the center, my truest delight, I cannot be sleazy proving her right, nah

Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare downs, baby, 'cause

And my rosters just you with like eight or nine different hairstyles, baby

Whether it's braided now or hair down maybe, or curly, or straight

You switch it up year round, two-strand twist, it ain't fair now, baby

Chill

Nah, for real, you gotta chill

Chill out, you got all these bitches mad in here

But I only see you, so it don't even matter for real

Believe that