Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jasmine Pendleton
Songwriter
Tyla Moore
Songwriter
Camille Tyas
Songwriter
Brooke Byrd
Songwriter
Indonesia Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Extendo
Mastering Engineer
JR
Producer
Lyrics
Whatever that they say I did, believe 'em
I ain't clearing up my name, I don't care if you believe it
Sick my homegirl on your ****, she a real good pleaser
Wanna be up on my team, I might make him a receiver
He like love me, Milly's supposed to love me
**** dreaming I'm a demon, keep it real, you know you lucky
**** think they got me stuck, I'm socking bitches cause it's funny
Would've whooped Deena ass each way but loose if it was me
Number one in this bitch and that's that
You can't sit with us, my cousin's up with the fat stacks
It's a strong chance of rain, I'm with the **** with money
**** slipping, that's your mans on the floor, tell them run it
Man, these pussy **** hating, yeah
Got them sick to they tummy
They really bitching and complaining, should be worried about money
Pillow talking, writing statements on the gram, acting funny
**** sick, we making hits, wheezing, coughing, nose runny
On my Indo Harvey in the coupe with my new boo
Yo bitch thirsty for me, she got a taste, now she took too
Cool it Effie, yo **** wanna be next to me
His mouth sewed to ass, like we the human centipede
A bomb angel, in Palm Angels, bitch I really get dough
It's a movie when I walk in bitches ass hit the floor
Yo bitch a lame, soft body , one we send to the store
Real bitches talking, call me Martin, kicking Pam's out the door
Pass the peas like we used to do
**** sick, nose running trying to say it's the flu
We on your head, I know you feel it
Ain't no strays, puss 'n boots
I come direct, give me respect
Bitch it's up it's no truce
It's everybody, then you, bitch you're last
Hate lames, L7s, you're trash
Switching lanes, chasing fame, do the dash
**** bitches, the new hoes, I'll pass
Took it break from school just to test the rap route
Accidentally made some bangers, so I guess I rap now
Weird duppy **** hating, stomping feet, they lash out
Took his music off the gram, that shit was weak, he tapped out
I got it
Turn your wigs around
Bitches trying to keep a look, we can tell you man down
I'm a bitch that TTG, he blind to you, I make him see
Gold member, bitch on dick, trying to copy, mini me
Evil
Hey, I was just calling to let you know
I listened to all y'all songs this morning
You bitches is really high power, dead homies
Written by: Brooke Byrd, Camille Tyas, Indonesia Hayes, Jasmine Pendleton, Tyla Moore