Lyrics
(Dab me over)
Ayy (ayy)
'Ight, these bitches gotta be kidding me (let's go)
Bitch call me broke when she livin' off income
My Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally
These bitches was fans before they was enemies (duh)
This bitch is a big dummy
Type of bitch gon' flex all her rent money
Stop the capping, we know you don't get money (stop the cap)
It was never no beef with this bitch
Man, this hoe is delusional and wants some exposure (some exposure)
This bitch grown as the fuck as she twice as my age, on my life
Man, I don't even know her (on my mama)
Insecure, man, that bitch need some closure
Big Scorpio, I was born in October
One minute, yeah, I be smoking a opp
Then I'm smoking Gelato, I must be bipolar
Kickin' big shit with my feet on 'em (ayy!)
I ain't even gotta touch the bitch, 'cause her baby daddy beat on her
No, for real, beat her ass, then he skeet on her
Shit, and he might even pee on her
It's a opp hoe in my fat 'Wood
Bitch so broke that she ran out of tissue and wiped her stank ass with a Backwood
But it's time to close the curtains
Bitch, you so wack, I'd rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name "Dish Detergent"
Watch my every move, man, this bitch steady lurking (why?)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to get it in (what?)
Bitch, how you gon' diss, lookin sponsored by City Trends?
Bitch, you a flop, you don't know what to do
I came back on my top, we can go blow for blow
Come on, bitch, you know you had to mention $hyfrodatre to try to get some views
Stop playin' (stop playin!)
I really beat bitches for fun
I pulled up on her and she pulled out a gun
I don't even got the rest of the energy to-
For this lame ass bitch (no cap)
I should slap the fuck out your mama
You grown as the fuck, flashing 200 dollars (bitch, get outta here!) The fuck
Bitch, stop playin'
You know I'm the face of the city, bitch, that's why you mad