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[Verse 1]
Yeah, **** wanted beat so we gave it
**** wanted heat so we gave it
Iced out, new watch, no saving, uh
My pockets still going through inflation
Why these **** still tapping in they savings?
Why these **** still ratting, telling statements?
Clam pie colored coupe, me and Stacey
Dash on a bitch, I don't care if **** hate me
Eight-six lift, no belt, no safety
Bag on a bitch if the bitch wanna chase me
She wanna fuck, but that bitch not a ten though
Please back up, bitch, hands out the Benzo
Bitch got mad, quit staining my window
Bitch tryna brag but you lamer than your friends, ho
[Verse 2]
Creepy ass ho tryna fuck
I ain't worry 'bout a ho or a slut
**** really want smoke so it's up
It's quiet, so when you **** really pullin' up?
You lying, so why you **** really think you tough?
You dying 'cause I be talking shit and now it's stuck
How you upgrade your life and be stuck in the same place
Broke in the same place?
How you do shit for so damn long, and be stuck in the same place
Living at the same rate?
It's dead, we throwin' it out
Can't get it myself, then we going without
Be hard in the streets and be hard in the mouth
He talking the shits but we callin' him out
Wordplay slicker than juice
On my worst day, I'm prettier than you
Want a beat so we send him to Zeus
New Glock sitting right in my coupe
Oh, my God, wait, hold on, oops
Oh, my God, wait, hold on
[Bridge]
Warm it up
Oh, my motherfucking God, no, he didn't
[Outro]
It's Kodie K-K's
No need to talk shit, 'cause your boyfriend jealous
She say that I'm selfish
Ain't no need to get mad with no ass, he a pelvis
Bih, that ass going down
Got my headphones beating, ba-dun-dun-dun-dun
Beat that ass till they down
No need for the Glock, no need for the drum
Written by: BBY KODIE
