Lyrics
Uh
Yeah
On some type beat, type shit
I know it's bitches out there wishin' I quit
I know it's labels out there hopin' that I rap 'bout my pussy more
And talk about suckin' dick every time I spit
I know it's somebody that goes to
Bed at night and dreams about the day
That I wake up with no more fire in my spirit
I know that I was put on this earth with a bigger purpose
It's people doin' they worst to make sure that you never hear it
It's bitches out there samplin' my sauce and ain't clear it
But y'all would never believe me 'cause you think I'm spirited
In they private jets, bitches know that I'm a threat
Chokin' on my dick, I'm surprised they don't need the Heimlich yet
Cocksuckers, skinwalkers
Bitch, I'm at your neck, protect your fifth chakra
They was tryna kill DaBaby with a witch doctor
But I came back with a brick like I'm Big Marsha P
Who's that creepin' in your window? It's me
Tryna lock the door, but it's too late, I got a key
The thing about the underdog is that I got the perfect angle
To bite your genitals off and make you niggas bleed
Please stop playin' with me 'cause I'm on a whole 'nother game
Y'all run after fame, I walk at a pace to
Make sure that nobody remembers your name
When I'm done, on God
Strike me down with lightnin' while I'm pullin' on a fishin' rod
If I'm ever lyin', bitch, I never ever been a fraud
And I never been a scam
So if I ever said I was gon' kill you, bitch, I am
And if I ever said I was gon' do it, then it's done
'Cause you know me, I'm always finna do my biggest one
I'm the same bitch with some different buns
And I don't ask Annie if she okay, I say, "Bitch, go and get your gun"