Cardi B - Sick 16 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] They out here looking for revenge All day, all night See me not once but twice All looks and no fights See me doing me got em wondering how a b**h came a took flight They talk about me all night God damn they must be tight They looking for revenge [Verse 1] Yeah, it's not my fault tho I swear I just do me and b**hes be sick, b**hes got sore throats Last year I was on the pole Now you can catch ya girl on the road Damn near 15k a show I think some b**hes need to know, yeah Cause I don't brag much But sh** really be a blow When I got b**hes that's coming for me like we on the same level, that's a no These b**hes is nowhere near my level Can't even fit em in my schedule Yeah your girl is overbooked You really think my attention's gonna catch you Mixtape been out for 3 weeks And already charting on Billboards For really think that sh** was free All I gotta say is "thank you Lord" This is for the ones that was doubting me And said I was never gon be sh** All of a sudden they proud of me And wanna be hopping on my dick They six, six, six Yeah, sick, sick, sick, cause they know wa**up I'm usually always humble but right now I really don't give a f** Some n***as be hating hard Why is it because you didn't buck? Cause you didn't get the time a day? And I left ya lame a** in the dust Oh man, oh man If you hittas pulling straight fam on They saying I'm the next superstar Co-signed by Lee Daniels Im just tryna play this game clever I'm just tryna do that sh** right So I hit em wit that "Foreva" Ran down on that b**h twice [Hook] They out here looking for revenge All day, all night See me not once but twice All looks and no fights See me doing me got em wondering how a b**h came a took flight They talk about me all night God damn they must be tight They looking for revenge [Cardi B] Know I don't really brag much, but b**hes better stop f**ing playing with me like I can't stunt on a b**h Like, like y'all think, y'all think I'm playing with my p**y all day long or something You know what, bring that back Mm [Verse 2] I know some b**hes in the Bronx that wanna be me a little But stop on learning how to s** and f** and live free a little And b**h know your worth, don't show it all, let em see a little And if he ain't bout the money, hit the brakes, but do speed a little I remember having no money, sleeping at my ex house My mom couldn't take me at the time, so she had to kick me out But I'm not mad at her one bit, cause I don't think I would've took this route I had to go get it on my own Im just glad I figured it out Like I been through a lot And it wasn't easy to escape That's why it really bothers me when motherf**ers got something to say And just to set the record straight [?] to stop a J If they ain't SwiftOnDemand, then they ain't help me in no way I swear they be wanting so much credit But don't wanna give none when it's due Slept on ya girl for so long Now wanna come hopping out the blue Nah bruh sh** don't work like that Well at least it don't in my book Cause if you f** with me hard, and I f** with you, then there's no other way to look Imma hit em again and again Get so much music, it go to ya friend Hitting a tour and the shade gon end Hmm that's why they looking for revenge