Credits
Lyrics
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
All the f-ers, wanna sieze you
I'm only one, only one
I pull 50 out the ass, lil skirt like the school whore
Stuff a hunnid in the mattress put me on these bitches mood board
Let's attend a better party, you are fired, you need to move, whore
**** walkin' round fucked up, you need to do more
Ridin' round with a firearm, this is not a drill
Get to tweakin' out and actin' crazy like I popped a pill
How you been rappin' ten years and you ain't got a deal?
How the fuck you claim to be a (ay) shooter and ain't got no kill?
Ain't no hoes under your picture, just your dirty ass cousin
She ain't no homebody, boy, her nerdy ass fuckin'
Like 50 ball, got my motherfuckin' pants
Bustin' all my wrists up and talk shit like a hand puppet, ****
Full of two trim, they think I'm haircuttin'
I don't mean a show boat, but the Cartier is flooded, yeah
Rich hoes on stand-by, killers from the sandbox
Petty **** got his bitch, took soon as I said, "Hi"
Cheap **** in a store picture like a grandma
Fuck her in the Benz, she said, "Daddy, put your cum out"
I got you bae, paper plates on me like a holiday
Bitch, think I'm tryna race 'cause I act good, you gotta chase me
I pull 50 out the ass, lil skirt like the school whore
Stuff a hunnid in the mattress put me on these bitches mood board
Let's attend a better party, you are fired, you need to move, whore
**** walkin' round fucked up, you need to do more
Ridin' round with a firearm, this is not a drill
Get to tweakin' out and actin' crazy like I popped a pill
How you been rappin' ten years and you ain't got a deal?
How the fuck you claim to be a shooter and ain't got no kill?
I really have and bitch, you broke, you's a has-been
Bitch, I'm really turnt on my mama like I'm Casper
Fuck around and put the belt to your ass like a bad kid
Bitch, you better not book me for no show without my back end
Fuck her 30 day, pull a ten, bring them racks in
Fuck her Scott Pack, double back, brin' the track in
Pull a 50 out of Jordan box, I ain't tryna hoot
Fuck her, shoot around, I got the brrr, I know how to shoot
Bitch, I'm big yana, but you might catch me in a minicoo
Focused on the money, on the road, bitch, I'm takin' you to the club
Can't take no gun in the club, fuck it, put the sniper on the roof
With this Ten milli, knock him out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
I pull 50 out the ass, lil skirt like the school whore
Stuff a hunnid in the mattress put me on these bitches mood board
Let's attend a better party, you are fired, you need to move, whore
**** walkin' round fucked up, you need to do more
Ridin' round with a firearm, this is not a drill
Get to tweakin' out and actin' crazy like I popped a pill
How you been rappin' ten years and you ain't got a deal?
How the fuck you claim to be a shooter and ain't got no kill?
Written by: Smith Marc Anthony, Yonaa
