S-X - No Bueno lyrics

[Verse 1] Step out the crib Bi as a b**h Dusty a** b**hes be eyeing my sh** You f**ing consumers can dine on my clit I'm winning on b**hes who dying to quit I'm winning on b**hes, I'm making these switches I'm hurting these hoes so they twisting they wrists So they slitting they wrists put they hands on a bible Yelling out Angel, I'm so suicidal I'm out here f**ing with hoes But I got these b**hes on smash You see, they think I'm not in control Until I put my foot in they a** And I'm running right through them I'm gunning, I'm k**ing I'm serving these hoes like a f**ing religion b**hes is over, I'm f**ing beginning You n***as is b**hes I'm done and you finished [Bridge] n***as talking like some hoes too My b**hes out here on that old school That new may be just do what they told to [Hook] This situation is below me I'm your f**ing motivation b**h, you owe me I switched it up you just competing with the old me They catch up, they catch up, cause you the old me b**hes you owe me, cause you know, you know You always shadow chasing Thats No Bueno, No Bueno I'm working while you waiting Cause you know, you know You always shadow chasing b**hes you owe me b**hes you owe me [Verse 2] I never gave a f** about a n***a Grew up in my city just surrounded by my b**hes All about me, myself, and me no lie Money over every f**ing thing for life Y'all b**hes don't make no sense No, y'all n***as don't make no sense I tried to put hoes on the f**ing main road But y'all stay on that old sh** And say praise god b**hes keep your day job I hit em with the tec til I break a b**hes necks And no, I won't, I can't stop and I'mma keep going Y'all going keep waiting until the rain stop and b**h I spit like I'm trapped in a heat wave And all yo sh** just ain't hot [Bridge & Hook] [Verse 3] b**h, you out here running with lames You b**hes is playing All of you b**hes the same f** what you saying The sh** I spit is insane My flow has got its own brain All of you b**hes get hit by them n***as So hit all your b**hes and call it a- Train Plus can't remember your name What the f** is you saying, b**h All you b**hes beat like instrumentals Beat hoes with no incidentals Run this sh** like the fastest sprinter Plus I'm heating b**hes up like what's for dinner Then I eat b**hes up like soul food Then I spit b**hes out like old food Then I hit the b**hes up with the Mac-10 ‘Cause They know I got them Pro-Tools