Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen Key
Queen Key
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Composer
Ke'Asha McClure
Ke'Asha McClure
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Queen Key
Queen Key
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ricky!
Pussies get popped, popped
Queen shit, bitch
[Verse 2]
Yeah, pussies get popped
Broke-ass **** can't even make it off the block
Heard his man's locked up, so his money stop
Heard he really dipped, so he got his ass shot
Pussy-ass **** get shot every day (Bitch)
Queen Key don't give a fuck what nobody be sayin' (Bitch)
Lotta hoes mad, 'cause a lotta hoes gay (Ay)
Lotta hoes mad, 'cause I stole ho's bae (Ay)
Get in line if you want my time, gotta pay (Where my money, bitch?)
If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin', bitch, I'm here to stay (Bitch)
If a **** tweak, then a **** gotta lay (Lay down)
Why would I be sorry if a **** tried to play? (Straight clown)
Nowadays, **** mad, 'cause you ain't they bitch (Not your bitch)
Put this pussy on 'em, shorty instantly pussy whipped (Pussy whipped)
Left his ass blue by the balls, he a Crip
Tongue in my shit, by the mouth, he a chef
I don't care, I'm a real bitch when it come down to it
I can wear my own hair (Your bitch bald headed)
I'm a bad bitch, ****
It don't even matter what the fuck I'm gon' wear (Yeah)
At least I'm on there, that's another level, bitch (Bitch)
Your bitch look like she don't care (What the fuck?)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, pussies get popped
Pussy-ass **** get shot, shot, shot (Get shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ha, ha-ha-ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha, pussies get shot (Pop)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ha, pussies get popped
Ha, ha-ha-ha
[Verse 4]
Yo, ay, it's the Balenciaga brat (Brat), spent fifteen up in Saks (Saks)
Found out your ho was broke
So I just sent that **** back (Send his ass back)
All these bitches wanna be like me
It feel like I got hacks (What the fuck?)
Say he wanna drink that brown
And he ain't talkin' 'bout the 'Gnac (Lil' bitch)
Long money (What's up?) I'm a paid bitch when it come down to it
I can spend my own money (Big dreams)
If I cross roads with a opp-ass bitch
On God, I'm Bone Thuggin' (On God)
Best dressed like homecomin' (Big bitch)
I just got head from a ****
Now he lookin' like a bitch like I owe him somethin'
Tell a fuck-****, "Show me the money" (Pay the money)
Carrots on me like Lola Bunny (Carrots, ****)
In the booth with like, forty on me (Racks up)
To my bitches, this more than money (Yeah, yeah)
My first kicks was Jordan's, lil' ****, I was born to run it (I run this shit)
I be 'round shooters that pull a fire
Everybody except for the shorties (They'll gun this shit)
Yeah, Dreezy and Queen, we the regime
You wanna play? Put that bitch on the team
Bitches want beef, we gon' make that ho lean
My VVS wet, got on Louis supreme (Yeah, yeah)
I'm booked and tooken
Gon' flex, I see you lookin'
If he sling dick like a rookie, tell that ****, "Eat my pussy"
[Verse 5]
Yeah, pussies get popped
Pussy-ass **** get shot, shot, shot (Get shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ha, ha-ha-ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha, pussies get shot (Pop)
Ha, pussies get popped
Ha, ha-ha-ha (Queen shit, bitch)
Written by: Ke'Asha McClure, Seandrea Sledge
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