I hit the bitch from the back and she like

I'm from the biddy where bitches wanna fuck just cause they is bored

I just be runnin' to the back real fast, yeah I'm feelin' like this is a sport

How come every time I hop on the beat I go dumb like I'm gettin' awards

I'm finna rap this shit with my vocal chords, no I don't got time for the chorus

I get the ball out I'm shooting I'm scoring, I just be drivin' a benz' in a foreign

Finna faced me blunt no I swear I'm not the one, so I'm finna go hop in this shit, I be soarin

Slicin' your mans, yeah I'm feelin' like cory, yea' shawty gon' post on the gram, then ignore me

Like how you gon' say that you love me, bitch you is a lie, you posted with a man on your story

Shit finna pick up, can't get boring, we finna go shoot a movie like porno and shit

Like now you can't look at the wrist, you run up on me then I swear I'm gon' pop you like zit

Nah, I don't got time for that bitch, like I'm finna slide on your mans with a F and A kit

Nah, I'm in the lamb truck goin' skids, like I had to ask the little bitch what is wrong with your head

Yeah, I had to tell these hittas yo do not wanna try me, I swear that I'm gettin' you gone

Yeah, I had to push on the pedal, I'm goin' at mach speed, I swear I'm sendin' you to spawn

Nah, all these hittas, they stealin' my swag, they won't copy, I swear I handle it all

I'm finna pass to my bro, Imma' tell him to lob me, you know I handle the ball

I had to open that door, imma barge in, meetin' your hoe, we gon' fuck on the carpet

Post up in Philly, layin' in apartments, no, I'm not tryna play hard like Ata

Yea I had to tell you, I'm makin' that mark, actin' like a plug, you know I'm finna spark

Hop in that foreign, I hop in that car, yeah, I kick shit, swear this shit isn't hard

I'm from the biddy where bitches wanna fuck just cause they is bored

I just be runnin' to bags, real fast, yeah, I'm feelin' like this is a sport

How come every time I hop on the beat, I go dumb like I'm gettin' awards

I'm finna rap this shit with my vocal chords, no, I don't got time for the chords

I get the ball, I'm shootin, I'm scornin, I just be drivin' a benz in the foreign

Finna faced me a blunt, no I swear I'm not the one, so I'm finna go hop in this shit, I'll be soarin

Slicin' your man's yeah, I'm feelin' like Cory, shawty gon' post on the gram, then ignore me

How you gon' say that you love me, bitch, you is a lie, you posted with a man on your story

Yeah, I had to handle the bros, yeah, I hop in that shit, then I'm finna go ball like D-Rose

We finna go in the fall, so the shit gettin' cold, you might as well put on a coat

They tellin' me I'm a youngin, so I got an ace, so I'm finna ask"Who Want Smoke?"

Yeah, I'm finna post inside"Crystal Lake", so I don't got time for these hoes

Oh, yeah, yeah, I heard he a lame now, heard these bitches switchin' up for the fame now

I'm finna go throw a nade betta' lay down, what these bitches talkin' about, what you sayin' now

They tellin' me drop the album, delay now, I said I'd double whatever they pay now

Yeah, I got a K's, yeah, I just be ridin' with K-rounds, you wanna talk, betta' cave now, bitch

Yeah, they think this shit funny this shit, it's a skit, yeah, I shout out to my fans, yea I know that they exist

Yeah, I got up with a plan now, I got up with a hit, you wanna run up you get fanned out, you is a lil bitch

Yeah, I'm prayin' to the Lord, I be sorry for my sins, but I had to tell him this shit don't make sense

These bitches be two-faced like Harvey Dent, yeah, I had to pull up, I hop in the Benz

I'm from the biddy where bitches wanna fuck just cause they is bored

I just be runnin' to bags, real fast, yeah I'm feelin' like this is a sport

How come every time I hop on the beat I go dumb like I'm gettin' awards

I'm finna rap this shit with my vocal chords, no, I don't got time for the chorus

I get the ball, I'm shootin, I'm scorin, I just be drivin' the Benz in the foreign

Finna faced me a blunt, no I swear I'm not the one, so I'm finna go hop in this shit, I be soarin

Slicin' yo mans, yeah I'm feelin' like Cory, yea shawty gon' post on the gram, then ignore me

Like how you gon' say that you love me, bitch, you is a lie, you posted with a man, on yo story