Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TrulyOffWhite
TrulyOffWhite
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Kurutz
Evan Kurutz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JT
JT
Engineer

Lyrics

All rise for the national slander
Bad bitch salute, ugly hoes sit down
We are now entering, I don't give a fuck nation
I'm the motherfuckin' president
Mother fuck a ho, and tell her I said it (Pussy)
I open up my ass right now and tell her wet it
Hoes mad botched up, ugly and pathetic
I'm throwing shots at hoes, gon' stay up to catch it
Who Brenda daughter? My daddy sold coke, ho
Port of Miami, he got it off the boat, ho
Black Griselda, rebellious ass City Girl
Been that bitch since birthdays at Disney World
You don't know me, bitch, don't bring up my upbringing
Your mammy was around, that pussy still was swinging
Hold on, make me spin your blocks, Stripparina
Pussy so tight, I could barely fit a finger (I got her mad)
Ho, you a flop and a ugly ass Selena
Step down on this ho like a Civil Rights leader
Lil' ho will go for anything off a pill
Ms in my **** Birkin bag, might spill
How you a brim, never been on the drill?
Heard you got a scratch you can't itch, eww, Vagisil
You get took for granted, I get **** pockets took, ho
Say you stacking paper, let me see you read a book, ho
Ten different faces, I forgot the way you look, ho
Bitch, drop neck and put it right under my foot, ho
"Bodega Baddie", my ass, you chopped cheese
That ass lookin' crazy, Cardi-in-a-diaper-B (Eww)
Bitches jealous of the diva, and they obsessed
Lame school dressin' ass ho, picked the wrong test
Shout out my bitches, who never fake the funk (Never)
That shit she brag about, I sold it out the trunk
Your mammy ran a whorehouse
The only time I seen you with a pen, was at the courthouse
Huh, didn't you say the City Girls wasn't up?
That ain't your friend, dumb bitch, your BD getting fucked
Ugly ass bitch, got shook out of Carbone
Had to move quick, insecure ass groupie ho
Dusty ass bitch, don't wanna bang with me
Atlantic gassed you to bang, I'ma bang on E
Whole career felt small, going against the Queen
Who the fuck told your ugly ass to go against me?
This that penthouse flow, bad bitch for pay
You pay your bills and taxes so he can fuck where y'all stay
Ole, bird-brained bitch, you so fucking pitiful
Open the windows in that house, get off of live looking miserable
And fuck them crackers at the motherfucking fashion houses
I'm in the club in they shit, with my ass bouncing
My IG a motherfucking fashion show
Can't believe I'm arguing with the face of Fashion No'
I'll dog you, ho, I'm a breeder
Kollin keep you dressed like a tarot card reader
You can never be cunt, you a lame ho
Pregnant by a **** who suck dick after games, ho (A-ha!)
Let it go, you've been mad for years
I'd be pissed too if my face was tucked behind my ears
Yo' **** cheat, but what? Bitch, you a duck, bitch
The bar in hell, you should've left that line in a tuck, bitch
Lame ass ho, drained ass ho
Purge face, mixed with Jim Carrey, The Mask ass ho
You a green ass bitch, a Shein ass bitch
You ain't a big dog, you really a little teeny ass bitch
Non rappin' ass bitch, non writing ass bitch
Fuck a fashion show, I wanna go to the booth with you, bitch
Old clown ass eater, ran through demeanor
I miss the old face Cardi, who the fuck is this creature?
Fake healed ass bitch, ew ass bitch
33-year-old, still claiming brim ass bitch
I'ma ask the ho again, who the fuck you talkin' to?
Shit crazy, how the fuck your **** out mugging you?
Damn, that was fast, bitch
I know his pickup line was "Fuck 'Set, let's shake ass, bitch"
Haha, everybody let's laugh, bitch
You can never fuck with me, dirty botched bitch (Never)
Bringin' up numbers, knowing they fake
You let **** dog you for press, but I'm the bitch you can't take
I'ma hard body Barbie, the one you can't break
Basement booty ass bitch, ain't gon' make shit shake
Ass, ass bitch, took all them years just to drop shit
Don't stop, JT, belt-to-WAP bitch
Bitches hate to see you eatin', what they can't cook
I pull a Prada out the closet, just to give a look
Pretty, black, with talent, that's what you not, bitch
My Okay records, better than your Hot Shit
Written by: Evan Kurutz
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