You Can't Kill Me

I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me Guess who's back? (TreTrax I think we got one, ha) Get me a band-aid and let's go home (let's go home) It's Saucy Santana Celebrity, I'm- (celebrity, I-) It's Trax season, bruh Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me Let me tell y'all the story (uh-huh) Riding through Miami, it was glory (we had a ball) The stripper hoes, they adore me I'm doing shit the girls couldn't do before me (nope) It always be that one lame nigga (sorry ass) Who couldn't take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger) The labels calling, the deals getting bigger I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas Rolls-Royce riding (riding) I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (ahh) My mama told me, "Keep grinding" My man called, said, "Bae, keep shining" (thank you, Daddy) In the mansion with Tommie, we was wilding Mannie Fresh, shit, bitch, I'm big-timing Naw hoe, this ain't no Love & Hip Hop I ain't on the show sis, ya storyline still flopped Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me No weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, Lord) I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (whew) I'm Ghost, where Proctor? FaceTime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera The police? They ain't give a fuck I'm blessed baby boy, man, that shit wasn't luck I got hit, I don't give a fuck I'm still touring the world while I'm chucking my deuces up Tre, pass the Patrón Turnt up and I'm ready to shone Let's go, it's on I'm screaming "Periodt, bitch!" like City Girl clone (JT) Move over, I need my seat on the throne I ain't got no level yet, making moves on my own These pussy niggas can't handle it (nope) I stay crunk, ain't no need for a mechanic, bitch (yeah) Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me Y'all hoes be talking crazy online (let's fight) Staying with your mama, you can't speak on mine (gross) You just a broke ass opinion Poor bitch, you don't even got a dime (bitch, I'm rich) While you stalking, I'ma shine Baby girl, I'm in the light, you the lime (sour ass hoes) I get respect from real niggas (yup) I get respect from real hitters (real trap shit) I get respect from all the trappers I sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1) Perry Florida, what's happening? Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850) I don't need no army, Mr. Smart Ass Give me a pen, I'm finna sign for a lot of cash The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe Hit up Verizon, so your phone don't go off during your show Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me (nine lives) Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah) I'm a bad bitch, man, y'all can't kill me Hahahaha (TreTrax, I think we got one, ha) I see y'all internet bitches You can't motherfucking kill me Bitch, I'm just getting motherfucking started It's a long time 'fore I'm finna get out the motherfucking spot Move the fuck over (It's Trax season, bruh) I need my seat on the throne Tre, let a bitch know