Letras
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Yeah, huh, pshh, pshh
Pshh, pshh, pshh
Bitch, you overly bad (mmm), huh
But you was a ho in the past
I know, don't act like you don't understand
I hollered at bro and he told me who cracked (okay)
She eatin' me up, macaroni and yams
I nut, then I hit the road like I'm Jack
Like I'm gettin' tortured, I'm chokin' on gas
Run off with that pape' and I'm smokin' your ass, huh
Yeah, that bitch is a go
Nah, like literally though
Free Z, it's on when my nigga get home
If they send a bond, I got cinnamon rolls
Fuck all my exes, I shit on them hoes
All glitter and gold, they pretty and broke
That nigga's a bitch, bae, give him a thong
He all on the 'Gram with subliminal posts
Why would I copy these niggas that rap in the city when I'm way harder than y'all?
This ain't that, that .300 Black hit his back now he look like Shamar when he walk
Smackin' the 'Vette, me and Killa in the cab, drive them bitches like Mario Kart
My bitch a brat, a Barbie, a doll
And she on her shit, she don't party at all
And okay, I feel like Jorjiana
Why is bitches still fuckin' for forty dollars? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I be chillin' now 'cause I done wore Designer
Buy that for my kid like a Quarter Pounder
Fuck jewelry, these niggas rock moissanite
I spill red on my gold like a 49er (shh)
Got exposed, now just got me more vagina
I be all in her head like moisturizer
And for forty thousand, I'll file a tax
Fuck the hook and the IRS
Niggas can't do a drive-by pullin' down my block shootin', we shootin' your tires flat
I know you got a past with your lyin' ass
But you turnin' me up like a bottle cap
I tried pushin' peace, now I'm tired of that
Bring the Black Opps and Glockys and choppers back, no- (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ooh, ooh, that bitch is a loose goose
She smell like ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, she smell like boo, boo