FU2

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed

Say another word, I'm gon' come straight for your neck

I'll have your bitch crying tears when I'm replaying these checks (oh, oh)

You was all about Savannah from the day that we met

But then your feelings got hurt, I never gave you no sex (never)

Boss bitch, get the check, play a sucker to the left

You was trying to spit your game, I might as well have been dead (can't hear ya)

Proclaiming my respect, country rappers got rejected

When I see them they don't speak a thing it's sad they can't accept it (can't accept it)

I just spent a quarter on a Rollie

I ain't got no time for you phonies (no)

Say you want beef, that's all baloney

Fuck you and your dick riding homies

Start to do a number, they all switched up

Got shit inside the chest that won't come out, like a hiccup

They gassed up like a pickup, we got six, you got sit-ups

Watch your click, next time you see them bitches

Make sure all of them get hit up

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed

Bitches trying to mimic me, tell them they need another plan

Fucking fam', bitch, your whole album will do a couple grand (never)

You get a man, and two months later it's another man (ho)

Stupid bitch, my wedding band almost a hundred grand

Bitch, throw another stone from your mobile home (do it)

Six figures on the Benz, that's a motor home

Bitch, I let you slide, I should've wrote a song

And turn your little single wife into a broken home (aw, man)

Bitch, it's money on the phone (hello), I popped a hundred on the loan

I'm the honey, you the comb

I'm the bank, you a loan, bitch (loan, bitch)

Don't come for me until you got your own shit

I'm making money while I sleep, you a broke bitch

Me and Bernie in a job by the coast, bitch (squad)

You on the back of my coach, bitch

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed

I'm 'bout to take you to the slum, but that ain't what you want

But I try to play it cool, but now I'm tired of being calm

I'm tired of being the topic that you always speaking on

If a bitch wanna hate, then a bitch getting bombed