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