[Intro]
Bring that mic
You see I'm bout to talk a little crazy
Make sure it's no children around, no old folks
And I'm usually real respectful
It's just
They said I had to do it
n***a told me come get ya'll
Aha! Uh
[Verse 1]
Look at ya'll pitiful, typical, living with some b**hes call yo sister you don't even know
b**hes
Look look, look at ya'll b**hes
Look, look look
Aha, look at ya'll worn out who*ed out, slored out, p**y walls tore out
All ya'll b**hes
Look look
Just look at ya'll b**hes
Look look
Said that she want some red bottoms, give a little head
Got em, no problem, take a little trip
Leave yo kids home while you get a little dick
Type b**h, thinkin you slick
Tryna get rich off a n***a like me, type b**h
Know my real n***as gon' like this sh**
They gon' love this sh**, they gon' rock this sh**
They like Nicki she didn't even have to drop this sh**
But I got this sh**, you can ask my clique
How many pretty b**hes kicked out this b**h?
She just put a pic with a n***a up
In the same minute that when she hit me up
Talkin bout Trigga when we getting up
You know it's been a minute since we really f**ed
Get it up quick type b**h, in the whip type b**h
She don't leave a drip then you kiss that b**h
Type a b**h
Look at ya'll b**hes
These hoes crazy, I swear out here
Sellin a** and dreams, frontin like queens but it ain't what it seem
Watch out for that
Type a b**h
I done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin fibs and favors
Look at yall b**hes
These hoes ain't yours, these hoes ain't mine
n***a these hoes is bout design
Look at yall b**hes
And I ain't through wit ya'll b**hes
Ain't nothing new wit ya'll b**hes
I hit a couple ya'll b**hes then I'm through wit yall b**hes
Uh uh my b**hes
She like who is you talkin you? Crazy
sh** is it you that I'm talkin to baby?
These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be crazy
These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be lazy
When you get yo money on yo own
And you ain't let a n***a do it
That's when you can tell me that yo chrome
What you think a n***a stupid?
Look at yall just turned dyke a** hoes
And you used to be like that hoes
Look at yall back, fiendin b**hes
Never get a penny if you aks me b**hes
Waitin on a n***a to come save you b**hes
Aks God oh Lawd why he made these type of b**hes
Tell me where yo daddy go
I just wanna know
Who raised these type of b**hes
Man I hate these kind of b**hes
And if you're a good girl
Don't be trippin, I ain't talkin bout you
Talkin bout these b**hes
No disrespect at all to my women that are ladies that carry themselves
I don't like these b**hes
Know I ain't talkin to you girl, me I'm on
Talkin bout these b**hes
And I hate that I had to be so vulgar
Talkin bout these b**hes
It's just when I heard this sh**
I mean like I felt like an incredible time to say what's on my mind
Yeah
Nicki wussup?
I love you baby
Uh
Trigga
Trigga
Uh uh
Aha (x5)