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