Gimme A Beat

Somebody give me a beat

So I can show rap bitches who not play with

I know somebody bitches who say they don't like me

I can bet money I'm still on their playlists

Bitches ain't dimming my light if they tried to

They should be calling me Lae 'cause I stay lit

I like my n***** to come with some money

But you not doin' shit I'm not OK with

They wanna know what I got in my purse

A couple thousand and probably my pistol

All of my haters got dicks in their pants

I wish you n***** get that out your system

None of my exes was even my type,

Won't even call and pretend like I miss 'em

Finna start treatin' these hoes like my sons

I wouldn't dare treat a hoe like a sister

You chasing a n**** and not in yo' bag?

I be the bitch who gone get on yo' ass

I'm the type bitch leave a n**** alone

You be the bitch who ignoring the flags

I could tell you what I got goin' on

You probably tell bitches I like to brag

Why do these bitches be callin' me "friend"

But hate when I win,

What's really the gag?

I bring the cake, he put cream in the middle

I'm a five star meal, he don't need a McGriddle

Scared to pick a side so you squeeze in the middle

Still loyal to bitches who I ain't seen in a little

If you on my level? Then you're dreaming a little

This pussy dope I know you feining a little

These rappers suck, ima scream in a little

Say "please" and I might let 'em breathe for a little

Somebody give me a beat

So I can show rap bitches who not play with

I know somebody bitches who say they don't like me

I can bet money I'm still on their playlists

Bitches ain't dimming my light if they tried to

They should be calling me Lae 'cause I stay lit

I like my n***** to come with some money

But you not doin' shit I'm not OK with

They wanna know what I got in my purse

A couple thousand and probably my pistol

All of my haters got dicks in their pants

I wish you n***** get that out your system

None of my exes was even my type,

Won't even call and pretend like I miss 'em

Finna start treatin' these hoes like my sons

I wouldn't dare treat a hoe like a sister

Aye look,

You hoes won't pop 'cause you hate too much

I give you "props" 'cause I play too much

When it comes to me, these hoes can't do much

I seen your price hoe, it ain't too much

I speak in public, but I can't do "touch"

I'm givin' 'em something and it ain't two fucks

This Glock on me just in case you buck

My zippers down just in case you suck

I hurt this one n**** feelings so I could put this in a song, I'm heartless

I know some n***** who don't want my foot in the door,

Tell 'em I'm gettin' money regardless

I know some bitches who playin' it cool 'cause they want a feature,

But fuck it I'm charging

I'm not the bitch who gone play on the internet,

Don't you make me pull up to them apartments, bitch

Somebody give me a beat

So I can show rap bitches who not play with

I know somebody bitches who say they don't like me

I can bet money I'm still on their playlists

Bitches ain't dimming my light if they tried to

They should be calling me Lae 'cause I stay lit

I like my n***** to come with some money

But you not doin' shit I'm not OK with

They wanna know what I got in my purse

A couple thousand and probably my pistol

All of my haters got dicks in their pants

I wish you n***** get that out your system

None of my exes was even my type,

Won't even call and pretend like I miss 'em

Finna start treatin' these hoes like my sons

I wouldn't dare treat a hoe like a sister

And I told you hoes I ain't yo' motherfuckin' kin!

And I ain't yo' motherfuckin' friend!

And if I said some shit behind yo' back,

Come stand in front of me so I can do it again,

Wassup,

Wassup,

Yea,

Wassup,