Lyrics

(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Fuck, do you mean I ain't her?
Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team, okay, bitch
Yo' whole pack get merc'd
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap
When you ain't even stacked it first?
Bitch, I ain't ever stop this shit for nobody
Lil' bitch, you really get stomped if you trippin' about me
I'll put a bitch in the trunk if they trippin' around me
I'm smokin' spliffs of the Runtz 'til my vision get cloudy
Yo' broke bitch typa cunt, run you out of your county
You wanna talk like a dunce? Cool, let's get rowdy
A-pap-pap, make 'em dance, you gon' need you a bounty
They take me down, and I hate when these fuckboys doubt me
Do me a favor
I ain't doin' ya dirty if I ain't paid first
Two Glocks, big ass like Tracer
Yeah, I'm finna hit Matt Walsh with a laser
I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, you a chaser
Chokeslam a beat, Undertaker
More I get real, be the more y'all get faker
Quit talking 'bout a bitch, you a hater
You worried 'bout me while I'm worried 'bout paper
Fuck
Yeah, a'ight
Wallet supersized
Talkin' on my guys
I let bullets fly
Yeah, a'ight
Wallet supersized
Talkin' on my guys
I let bullets fly
I let haters die
I let fuckboys cry
You don't care 'bout rights
You just alt-right
Pullin' up in that "whatchamacallit"
In the trap, home alone, feel like Macaulay Culkin
I'm prolly talkin' up ya shawty if ya main thotty callin'
Lil' ho I'm stayin' in that H2O like a dolphin
You'd think I'm polyamorous the way yo' shawty and mama
And auntie and grandma all hit, it prolly leave you astonished
Hakuna Matata the way I'm livin', honest to Brahma
I gotta get guala the only typa drama I follow, ISSBROKIE
Fuck, do you mean I ain't her?
Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team, okay, bitch
Yo' whole pack get merc'd
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap
When you ain't even stacked it first?
Fuck, do you mean I ain't her?
Boy, that's nasty work
Talk on the team, okay, bitch
Yo' whole pack get merc'd
I ain't never seen a motherfucker talkin' on my name like I won't blast a jerk
Why you worried 'bout my guap
When you ain't even stacked it first?
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm geeked off a fuckin' Monday
Written by: noelle mansbridge
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