歌詞
B*tch saying block me, but it ain't that deep
I put you in my business, you gonna use it to attack me
It be a code in hell, a **** slapped me
She my biggest hater She keep saying You trying to act sweet
B*tch, stop running to the gram, that's a pet peeve
You know he getting money when his car ain't got no backseat
take it personal, you try to tax me
What happened to what's his name?
I don't gossip, bro, don't ask me
Pour my cup up to the top, I'm trying to see it overflow
I just want some money, I don't care if I don't blow
Send a hit then jump on 'gram, act like I ain't know
I'm from Detroit but this ID name say Idaho
In the kitchen with his blender, he ain't cooking with kite though
I keep cutting her off, I'm starting to think she kinda slow
Every time I do a show I keep a snapper at the door
Got a image to protect, can't be seen with any ho
How you want it? We can do this sh*t the easy or the hard way
And I clear my schedule up, so ****, I got all day
She said if I ever need some top then I can call Nate
I just dropped a check up in your bank, ****, call a take
It's locked in for i tweak Seen an opp, where my gleesh?
Shiesty out in the club, how you still know that it's me?
**** dissed me on a song, I can't lie, it's kinda heat
Trying to tell doggy chill, don't want me let him off the leash
She a little dusty, I can tell you got her off the streets
**** rapping with no energy, they got that off of me
Switchy with the glee, this b*tch will get a Hummer off of me
Selling music like it's drugs, trying to be as big as Meech
F*ck. Sh*t. I ain't done either
bout to get a custom shirt that say I love eaters
You know it's cold in the D, so we love heaters
Fi- fiends shooting up the Rio but he love beaver
B*itch, mmh, urr, urr, ight
B*itch tried to hoe my car, say It's not that fast
Told her pump my gas then I skated on her ass
I know you heard that last line like Damn, he in his bag
Bitch saying
B*tch saying block me, but it ain't that deep
I put you in my business, you gonna use it to attack me
It be a code in hell, a **** slapped me
She my biggest hater She keep saying You trying to act sweet
B*tch, stop running to the gram, that's a pet peeve
You know he getting money when his car ain't got no backseat
take it personal, you try to tax me
What happened to what's his name?
I don't gossip, bro, don't ask me
Written by: Malik Grimes
