Letras
(You are now listening to Any Way Well)
Fuck you
'Cause I ain't in the mood today (at all)
Half of y'all don't really fuck with me anyway
And most of y'all run your mouth but never run a fade
Quick to clock some tea but couldn't clock minimum wage
Bitch need a viral moment, ask me if I give a fuck
I'm knocking bitches out the frame and telling, "Baby, try her luck"
They fucked around and let the rookie off the leash to run a muck
I see they watching me and taking notes but never keeping up
Tell you what, don't even drop what's in the bin
When I spit it how it spit it, make you write it again
Bitches barely styling mannequins or picking up pins
Ho asking for writers credit, huh? Come again
If you ain't know this now, this game could probably fuck your life up
You ain't a gambler, why in the fuck you go and pick the dice up?
You out here thinking you the baddest, they done gassed your head up
Bitch, you a bird barely flying, better get your bread up
It is absurd, what is the word?
Bitches be quick to observe
Niggas get curved, kick to the curb
I got 'em cuffing my curves
Come get your nigga 'cause he on my figure
And lately he working my nerves
Out of his league, he's so intrigued
But I'm winning what I deserve
Fuck you
'Cause I ain't in the mood today
Half of y'all don't really fuck with me anyway (at all)
And most of y'all run your mouth but never run a fade
Quick to clock some tea but couldn't clock minimum wage
Fuck you
'Cause I ain't in the mood today
Half of y'all don't really fuck with me anyway (at all)
And most of y'all run your mouth but never run a fade
Quick to clock some tea but couldn't clock minimum wage
Crystal this, Crystal that
But they ain't know where Crystal at
'Fore you run your cocksuckers, take a look at Crystal stats (nope)
Acting like they made Crystal, pulling rabbits out the hat
They ain't built like the rookie, they ain't got the format (welcome to our music family)