Текст песни
Trapp starrr shit... you nigga don't know me
You don't
Know some niggas that'll die begging for sex
My pussy does murder
Niggas be cappin and swear on they life that they right
Mhm, bring the recorder
I am expensive, Deela brings dollars
Counting my checks, yeah I'm swimming in numbers
Hoes tryna rap then they activate slumber
Tryna be me so they listen then ponder
Gotta catch my breath so soon
Eat this bitches, no fork no spoon
My belly full, still got some room
For these lame ass bitches who testing me
But can't pass a test at school
And theses niggas who claim to be fly like me
That don't even look that cool
Uh, uh
Worried bout me? Worried bout who? Minding my business hoe
Fuck shit, pop them losers hoe
Ya'll ain't ready for DEELA though
I trap trap trap on this beat, brought on the heat
Ya'll still looking for me, VVS shine on my teeth, ready for who?
Hoes can't ever compete
Uh
Worried bout me? Worried bout who?
Minding my business hoe!
Fuck shit, pop them losers hoe
Ya'll ain't ready for DEELA though!
I trap trap trap on the beat, brought on the heat
Ya'll still looking for me
Vvs shine on my teeth, ready for who?
Hoes can't ever compete
Hoes can't ever compete
Hoes can't - hoes can't ever compete
I got the bag so they following me
I got no tag so they wanna be me
I got the heat, I'm the sun, so you know, can't go watering me
Single and fuck who I want
Yeah that's right, not one nigga for me
Priceless, can't buy this
Hot and spicy Pisces
You know I'm the real DEEL
Come through nigga try this
Pussy so good, comfort your soul
Helps through any crisis
Gimme head, it's gon heal you, I'm the goddess isis
But wait
Checklist, checklist nigga