Look, who holdin' my city down? You can't name no one else

Post a flier for a show, then I came by myself

Fuck **** thought I don't hang with the help

I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt

You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit

You just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit

Shootin' vids, but wearin' the same clothes twice in them shits

But you winning, touching this chicken, dawg

Who writing her shit?

I swear they pussy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit

I'm big B, yo, big homie, I ain't fighting this chick

Put this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch

When I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit

I guess these **** heard I'm single, okay, now they tryna fuck

I make bitches put it up, 'cause if they don't, they gettin' touched

Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much

I make bitches leveled up, but made them pick that metal up

'Cause it's the real, B, bitch

Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch

I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit

You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit

'Cause it's the real, B, bitch

Who with this rap shit? That's me, bitch

I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit

You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit

Yo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out

How bitches so tough, whole time, head down?

Shouldn't've said my name, I got the upper hand now

You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now

How the fuck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next

Talk the, "Shoot em up, bang," but ain't did shit yet?

Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit

You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch

It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes

I'm the same one who told you Joe should buy your ass some clothes

When I seen you, I seen ho, would I fuck your ****? No

Lil' B, I'm grown as fuck, my pussy fatter than your nose

When I seen you was froze

You ain't even have a chain on, should've cheesed necked your ass

And told you, "Quit it with the lame songs"

Real bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches can't get to me

That bitch know she can't whoop me, so act up, then I'm on fully

Before you had a name, you was all on my dick

Kept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick

Then you got some fame, and started copying my shit

People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit

You don't do this rap shit, mami, you just want a following

It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling

These bars light as fuck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in

Talkin' numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following

When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over

Been the same bitch who used to post up on the corner

In the club, off Patrón, probably standing on the sofa

Hate for what? Lil' B, you want a gun with no diploma?

You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again

And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?

Wanna keep it strictly music, I'ma body her again

All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again

Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city"

So why the fuck you trying to make your artist go against me?

She probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me

Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi

You ain't got enough muscles for that Draco not to kick back

Lil bald-head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched

Banging on a toddler, lil ho, I wouldn't have did that

You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at

I tried being nice, but I'ma tear your ass apart

On my mama, you was scared, and see, I really got a heart

I know **** geeking you, you could've played it smart

But now I gotta Shether you and really make it hard

This rap filled with corny ****, I ain't gotta lie

So when my **** done rapping, I ain't really got a lot

You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block

And that shit so disrespectful, bitch, I really did a lot

Rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not

Lil bitch, I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped

Type of bitch to drop the gun, and can't even run up spot

She so grown, but when I ho her, **** acting like she not

'Cause it's the real, B, bitch

Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch

I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit

You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit