Spit game burn(?)
n***as in my league better get a wheelchair
Mama come through with a too live crew
We smoking gun tote put your hands in the air
Honey dive in, cuz i'm deep in the game
The queen of the pack, b**h, never forget the name
First things first i'm a household name
And my pockets way fat so I ain't worried about the fame
See I'm a big b**h, doin' big b**h things
Sitting on the world getting head from a trade
Probably the same reason that my mixtape delayed
Wasn't worth it anyway, only purp for the play (?)
These little n***as, why they under pressure like a chest cold?
Momma Dearest to me, and you better plug ya nose
I'll treat you b**hes like a testicle
Parse a lot (?), checklist: yes b**h, you a dead ho
YAAAAAS
Now I'm finna twirl, mama such a f*g
Got more a** than a girll
k**in these n***as like a (?)
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm all around the world
(Bye ashy)
Now I'm finna twirl, mama such a f*g
Got more a** than a girl
k**in these n***as like a (?)
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm all around the world
(Turn up)
Lemme stop playing around with you muthaf**as
Pistol on my lap gettin' ready to jam on one of these muthaf**as
That semiautomatic all in ya gut
Send these n***as to they makers if they short with my bucks
Pray to ya lord, that I don't drop like the ba** in the (?)
Some of these n***as try to do it like me
But these b**hes gonna see what they ain't gonna be like, like
f** n***a, you dead
All these n***as try to get sprayed with the lead
Cooch with the cooch
Dressed in all black minks
n***a when you see me b**h you better get your pace right
I'm in charge of the girls
Momma came through, collect coins for the girls
n***as trying to ride on your way, but they can't swim
Not for nothing, mad rhythm for the hate wind (?)
You little n***as, see you at the top
They never get prop, they want what you get
I can see you lil b**hes thrown' shade
But why you thrown' shade, momma focused gettin' paid