NDA

Hitkidd, what it do, man?

Aye, I ain't perfect, but anything I did to any of you ****, y'all deserved it

You see me in that mode, don't disturb me when I'm workin'

Lil' bitch, you better back up, don't know what be in these purses

And I ain't say, "Excuse me" 'cause I did that shit on purpose

Yeah, you see a star up in this bitch

You know I brought a hundred black cars in this bitch

Neat freak, I don't like nobody touchin' on my shit

So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this bitch

Aye, aye, ah

Ridin' by myself, shoppin' bag in the backseat

**** with the money to they ear don't attract me

Fly out the country, let a prince **** bag me

Nympho, known to do a **** pockets nasty

Bitches hatin' on me, but it's cool, **** love me

Body bangin', I ain't had to let the doctor cut me

Sick of bein' humble 'cause you bitches don't respect that

And the next one of y'all hoes wanna get bold, I'm gon' check that

And the next one of y'all blogs wanna spread lies, I'm gon' sue you

And the next bitch that break my NDA, that go for you, too

Now listen to me 'cause I'm givin' you bitches a warning

You gon' have to pay me forever tryna be corny

I'm from the city of the drink sippers, slidin', ridin' paint drippers

Bitches so bad, got the famous **** datin' strippers

Choppin' all the music, so you know I'm kinda screwed up

Wrist so icy, turn a drank into a cool cup

Goin' through some shit, so I gotta stay busy

Bought a 'Rari, I can't let the shit I'm thinkin' catch up with me

If they say they see me outside of a bookin', that was kizzy

Barely be at home, but I still put on for my city

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back

Where's all the real **** at?

Free the guys, bring the real **** back

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back

Where's all the real **** at?

Free the guys, bring the real **** back

How many more ways can I say that I'm the baddest bitch?

I walk in and bitches grab they ****, that's a compliment

'Cause you know in his head, he wanna spread me like a condiment

He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it

You know I keep it realer than real, ain't shit 'bout me fraudulent

They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it

When they shit ain't poppin', they usin' Megan for marketing

And they ain't got enough in they budget for me to talk to them

I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down

Bitch, make a move or keep that shit up on the playground

'Cause I ain't finna stop until I make it to the ti-nop

And I do everything that all my haters say I could not

And it look like Poseidon just be slidin' on my wrist watch

I hope that you ain't shoppin' when I'm shoppin', you get kicked out

I gotta watch my back 'cause I forget that I'm the shit now

I walk up in the studio pissed off and lay that shit down

Matter fact, wait, stop, bitch, I really rap

I be quick to check you pussy bitches like a pap

Kill a bitch, all I need is a pencil and a pad

Let me get the beat so they remember who I am

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back

Where's all the real **** at?

Free the guys, bring the real **** back

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back

Where's all the real **** at?

Free the guys, bring the real **** back