Cocky (feat. Lila Star & the Vixen)

(Ah-huh, bitch, yeah)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

What you staring for?

What you staring for?

High fashion, high fashion, I'ma give you more

Why you mad, girl?

Why you mad, girl?

'Cause I'm slaying and it makes you really sad, girl?

Miss Couleé, I've come to get it

Gonna go all the way, bitch, don't forget it

Eye-eyes on the prize, I'm the one to beat

'Cause I'm sick, and I'm fierce, and

Cocky

So cocky

Bitch, you not me

I'm sorry, girl, so sorry, girl

That they love me and they only call you basic, girl

Just playing, girl

Just playing, girl

What you saying, what you saying, why you hating, girl?

Miss Couleé gon' be a legend

But congrats, 'cause all dogs go to Heaven

I can see in your eyes that you're mad at me

'Cause I'm sick, and I'm fierce, and

Cocky

(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Oh, so cocky)

Cocky

(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Oh, so cocky)

Cocky

I'm not saying I'm cocky, but

There's a whole lotta swag in the way I strut

(Cocky)

With style like Kim and curves like Nicki

No wonder why these girls can't even take me

B said it best, woke up like this

Sorry, not sorry, feeling myself

You need a blueprint? Just check my Insta

Chi Town queen, check my credentials

Showed my boobs on Jerry Springer

No regrets, middle finger

You can't take, you can't take

Compare me to nobody

I do me, you do you

And I'ma sit unbothered

Fix your face, dress like me

Come through like an imposter

Call me Lila Gaga

And you're my little monster

She bring it to you every ball

Femme queen goddess, 5 feet tall

Across the board, I get my ten

And I was born to win, cocky

So cocky

Bitch, you not me

I'm sorry, girl, so sorry, girl

That they love me and they only call you basic, girl

Just playing, girl

Just playing, girl

What you sayin', what you sayin', why you hatin', girl?

You know I know you think I'm cocky

I know you know you ain't gon' stop me

You know I know you think I'm cocky

I think you think that you can top me

You know I know you think I'm cocky

I know you know you ain't gon' stop me

You know I know you think I'm cocky

I bet you think that you can top me

Them Windy City girls come through for the win

(For the win)

Let that sink in

Shea stay dressed to the nines

(Nines)

Let me give my tens

I heard you was talkin' trash

Oh you mad, 'cause I got it in the bag?

(Uh)

Get back, when I want get clack

Better check my stats, I'ma tag that ass

Come for me, you better look both ways

Walk for me, I heard that you sashay

Stole the show and I took the stage

Riding coat-tails, but you can't hang

Shea-dy Cou-lady, you paving the way

I just be snatchin' their wigs and their grace

They just be gaggin', their jaws just be droppin'

Why you mad? Fix ya face, boo

Cocky

So cocky

Bitch, you not me

Cocky