Lyrics
I don't c-
I don't c-
I don't care about you
Bitch, you just a sideshow
Got me singing, but not like I'm Shiloh
Can't catch me lacking
Bitch, I'll beat you like I'm Ronda Ro'
Where my clique though?
Real question though
Do I really click hoe?
Well, yes indeed
I don't want the top, bitch, please
Get away, I'll kick out your knees bitch
Oh so fucked up, got me spitting sick
Do I really click?
Do I really clique? Yeah, mmm
I got a whole lot of crack in the back of the whip
I'm backing the clip
Rounding your block everyday
Bitch I'll be back in a sitch, huh, yes
Khan'll be back in bit, killing everybody outside, bitch
He don't got no gat , "Who told him that?", yo fucking rats (yuh)
This Smith and Wesson scar you permanently, like a face tat
Fuck you, lil nigga
You a doormat (bitch)
Fuck you, lil nigga
You a doormat
I've been smoking too much lately, Thomas Shelby
Got that hoe chasing me like Tom and Jerry
I can't fuck with that bitch, so I might ghost her
On my bag, I'm on bag, till I can't count eem
I better make it, if I don't, I got no option
I been planning since you was in school, you was a scholar
No, we not the same
Don't even try, don't compare, bitch
You could say I'm crazy and my blade is schizophrenic, yuh
I don't care about you
Bitch, you just a sideshow
Got me singing, but not like I'm Shiloh
Can't catch me lacking
Bitch, I'll beat you like I'm Ronda Ro'
Where my clique though?
Real question though
Do I really click hoe?
Well, yes indeed
I don't want the top, bitch, please
Get away, I'll kick out your knees bitch
Oh so fucked up, got me spitting sick
Do I really click?
Do I really clique? Yeah, mmm