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