Only on them C's if it's breeze

Red Ruby da Sleeze

Chinese on my sleeves

These wannabe Chun Li's

Anyway, yī hǎo (Nǐ hǎo)

Who the fuck told bitches they was me now?

I knew these bitches was slow

I ain't know these bitches senile

Married a shooter, case you **** tried to breathe loud

Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire

I'm the A, B side

Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave

But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves

Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip

It's .40s with thirty clips, FN's with the switch

Guacamole with the taco

Waiting on El Chapo

Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one, lick a shotta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na

His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah"

He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat

Why I'm a tease like that?

Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na

He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na

I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I'm a freak like that?

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one, lick a shotta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

When the queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach

Until I'm cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast

That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes

Dorito bitches mad that they nachos

Shout out my vatos

Shout out da hoes that's watching me like Movados (Click, click, click)

All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?

Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes

Big truck but I'm alone like Post, though

Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal

These bitches rapping like my blooper roll

Desert Eagle if your **** acting super bold

Got 'em like, "Uh-oh"

Gun fingers like **** doing the bogle

Ya fucking bozo

That .40 cal'll make 'em dance like a go-go

Super Fakks, that's word to Super Cat

We ah rude gyal yute and we nuh tek back, we chat

'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee

Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy

Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths

Six hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?

Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce

Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth

See the difference is, I run businesses

If I ain't employ you, then what yo' business is?

I'll have staff roll up like, "What the business is?"

Oh, you don't know that my **** kill witnesses?

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one, lick a shotta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

And if you want me to stay

I'll never leave

If you want me to stay

We'll always be

If you want me to stay

Love endlessly

If you want me to stay