Intro
A#m C#
Uh, yeah
A#m G#
Some regular degular, bloody bars
[Verse]
A#m C#
I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
A#m G#
Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love
A#m C#
They'd rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs
A#m G#
I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up
A#m C#
I'm on some other shit, that Cardi C gutta shit
A#m G#
Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit
A#m C#
Can't finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit
A#m G#
You set yourself up, don't make it seem like I be buggin', bitch
A#m C#
And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset
A#m G#
I don't know, make me wonder what you got between your legs
A#m C#
You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?
A#m G#
You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!
A#m C#
Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time
A#m G#
Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line
A#m C#
I put in work, now I'm here at the front line
A#m G#
Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline
A#m C#
Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time
A#m G#
Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine
A#m C#
Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes
A#m G#
Flyer than a big big C with a Blood tie
A#m C#
Don't do much, she get hard when I bust wines
A#m G#
No straws for this juice box, got one time
A#m C#
Last nigga I was with went insane
A#m G#
'Cause my head game movin' hills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine
A#m C#
I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
A#m G#
From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch
A#m C#
Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc
A#m G#
Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
A#m C#
Walking out, but every dollar, I still want it all
A#m G#
Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
A#m C#
You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all
A#m G#
Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol
A#m C#
Travel all around the states getting nice checks
A#m G#
I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
A#m C#
Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?
A#m G#
I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
A#m C#
Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet
A#m G#
Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
A#m C#
I recall, took the right steps, had a shot
A#m G#
So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest
[Outro]
Uh
I said, woo!
Huh