I can keep that fake shit from my mile away

Bitch I fell like TLC By the way they say my name

All these pussy boys ain't shit And they probably gay

You can't flip a drop and all your money be delayed

You perked out on a couch bitch You just really overlooked

Bands in my account Cause you know a bitch is always booked

I keep a hoe pressed That's why these bitches locked and loaded

Yo diss was a flop bitch Tell me what's yo motive

Never caught me lacking cause I'm clutching heat

I'm gassing all these hoes

But ain't no bitch want some smoke with me

Foot up on her neck

All these bitches just look up to me If hoes talking shit

Then I leave that pussy bleeding I don't want your man, bitch

What you mad for

I just want them pockets lil' bitch Just got bankroll

Pour a little dank in my cup That's that Faygo

Counting money time going by Like where my day go

I just put an opp up in a blunt You bitches dumb

All up on the net You posting blicks and sharing funds

Drag a lil' bitch I'll beat that ass like you my son

All these bitches rookies Look at me, I'm the one

Bitches say that we enemies Don't call me blood cause you ain't a kin to me

Think that I'm pressed Lil' hoe Is you kidding me

If this is a test, then you failed miserably

Beat a hoe up and I send her to medical

My hands heavy, them bitches is federal Got that bitch leaking like holes in a danimal

Don't try to run up on my mama, I'm telling you

Bitch, you don't bang, you know you a scrap How is you gang when you quick to go rat

Hoes like to talk, so I'm killing careers Just like a funeral dressed in all black

How I'm the one that you hate? Got me a house at the lake

Hoes be mad so I keep me a tool Hoes get popped if she acting a fool

Got me a 9, it's painted in blue Creep up on a hoe like I'm bout to say boo

I'm popping my shit cause bitch, she gon' do I push that on T cause I'm still waiting, boo

Typing them fingers but can't make a stack Said it's on sight but you walking on back

Fuckin her brother to make a hoe mad Ole peanut head bitch ain't really on that

Gallery department jeans On my wrist, Van Cleave

So much ice, I freeze Electric car, no keys

20 G's on my cat, it's custom made Her man ate it up like it's souffle

Always scoring like it's twoK Bitch, you just mad cause yo man move gay

Call me out on a fade Now you duckin smoke

Where the money you made? Now you fucking broke

Nah You ain't got shit on me, bitch Ain't do shit when I spoke on your kid

Now I'm finna go hit me a lick I got me a pussy but you be on my dick