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