Lil Kayla, what's up?

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Look, a bitch said she hit my ****, I'm like, "Which one?" (Which one?)

I keep a couple on my roster, never just one (It's never just one)

I let these **** choose me 'cause I can't pick 'em (Nah)

Ayy, he sent some bags like "Which ones?" I said, "The big ones," look (Ayy)

It ain't shit to have a **** drop a bag on me (Drop a bag on me)

I'm never trippin' off a **** I been had on me (I been had on me)

I'm not his bitch, I never was, don't throw that tag on me

Now all my turn-arounds ten thousand, do the math on it (Do the math on it)

Diddy told me I was too hard for the radio

Shout out my city, I'm still bustin' through the stereos

I cut the ****, got that weight off me like TerRio

And rest in peace Lijah, I still go cry about your burial, look

I never felt the need to have to prove myself (Nah)

A **** can't do nothin' for me I can't do myself (Nah)

Was always puttin' bitches on, I never was the help (Nah)

My baby daddy handpicked, I put him on the shelf

Woke up to this bitch **** in my bed again (In my bed again)

On mamas, free Lil Skoot, I need that head again (Free Lil Skoot)

I'm real humble, not one bitch I think I'm better than

Said I fell off, sit back and watch me get ahead again (Watch me get ahead again)

Look, I can never trust no bitch who got hella friends (Nah)

I had a bitch from EPA, she made me hella bands (Facts)

And honestly one of the worst things that I ever did

Was leave a up **** for a broke one with some better dick

But you live and you learn, remember, trust is earned

And these **** never yours, so just enjoy your turn

A double life in tryna feed the hood and feed the church

My baby, sorry if I hurt you, it's still free to swerve

Look, y'all be fallin' for these **** who stay gettin' curved

It's about who did it better, fuck who did it first

A couple famous **** tried to fuck me for a verse (Facts)

And what I hold don't even fit in this Balenci' purse

Couple thousand on my neck, but this was trap money (This was trap money)

G been tellin' me go legal with my rap money (Go legal with my rap money)

I beat my case, a real **** dropped off them racks for me (Uh)

Don't care if bitches talk about me, just put facts on it (Uh)

Look, was 'posed to leave that dick alone, but I relapsed on it (But I relapsed on it)

And if the **** one of mine, I'm keepin' tabs on it (Where you at?)

And when you bitches talkin' crazy, put a at on it (Put an at)

So when I run into you, I can put a tag on it

When that pressure get applied, they don't be feelin' that (They don't be feelin' that)

Sneak dissin' on the 'net, no, I ain't into that (No, I ain't into that)

I never needed cosigners, bitch, I been a threat (What?)

It's thug life 'til I die, it's tatted on my chest, ****

It's thug life 'til I die, it's tatted on my chest, ****