Lyrics
'Crete
It's Us
I'm not the two
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the-
Which one you workin'?
All the plug fakin' ain't doin' no good, could tell that you're real life hurtin'
Mmm, he said this pussy is OX Bar
But he gon' sing in the cop car, gun in my boot, I'm an outlaw
Mwah, go, your bitches are mad
The bitches are mad, the bitch is back
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
I study these rap bitches, they tell me exactly what not to do
Can't stunt on that block with you
You gotta know that I don't rock with you
I got a lil' top from dude
Then blocked the dude, then swapped the coupe out (ooh)
I dropped the roof, overnight riches, I popped out
Bitches talk down, but won't pop out
Dissin' online and that cop out
Rockin' some merch that you can't find
Back in the bank line, I gotta make me a whip jaw
Bitches on dick thinkin' that they can fuck with me
I think it's time for some whip jaws
Your bitches are mad
The bitches are mad, the bitch is back
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
Get in the whip, bitch
(What the fuck?)
Yeah, bitch, I'm ready to trick, huh
Them niggas ain't standin' on shit
I'm always stylin' like a lick
No choice, we came from the bricks
Come from the low income, I got a green thumb, I'm countin' up digits
I'll fuck up a sack on titties
My bitch got faith like Biggie
I never put the bank last, bitch, my name not Iggy
I mean Azalea, shit we doin', can't be said on the cellular
These bitches be digs and failures
These niggas still livin' in 2016
I'm gettin' the bag by any of y'all means
Man, fuck it, I'm tryna raise hell in here
Stupid, haha
They know it
It's a five letter underscore
Figure it out