Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I don't even got to say much (grrah)

everybody knows (like)

And it ain't just niggas

I could take these niggas hoes (yeah)

I-I went from a PJ, buildin' to the fortieth floor (damn)

W-watchin' bitches speak on shit

they'll truly never know about

Poppin' up, showin' out

Bitches wanna take my space (like)

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my face (like)

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f—

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my face (get out my face)

Matter fact, give me space (like)

Matter fact, give me time (like)

Matter fact, give me maathaa (damn)

Matter fact, make me a mom (like)

And I'm outside with the slimes (like)

And I'm outside with the gangy (gangy)

Label scared for my safety (like)

Told them they can't change me (grrah)

JPG on the shirt (shirt)

[?] [0: 50] for the pump (like)

No matter where in the world, my 'ooter a geek

ten shots for the dump (grrah)

It's pokin' out from the side (woah)

you can see my shit from the front

I was never afraid to fight (nope)

I was never the one to run

I was always numéro one (damn)

You ain't comin' correct? You're done (damn)

Begone

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my face (like)

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f— (grrah)

Get out my f—

Get out my face (get out my face)

Get out my face (get out my face)

Matter fact, give me space (like, grrah)

Matter fact, give me time (like, damn)

Matter fact, give me maathaa (give me that)

Matter fact, make me a mom

Get out my face

Get out my face

Get out my face

Get out my face

Get out my— (what)

X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh)

Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa

I got a bitch headed right out to blanco (oof)

I only wan' hit it like a poncho

Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco

'Cause the glove didn't fit

These pockets stuffed out like cilantro

I dip in her 'Vette, made it mine (what?)

Whip up a bitch, she fine

Never will I steal your shine

We ain't never geeked on them in a penthouse

Why your dick stuck in a dime? (Verse)

I done hit so many hoes, almost turnt myself in

Thought it was a crime (hoo)

Girl, you look good, it's your mom (ayy)

I'm tryna see y'all aligned (ayy, ayy)

I'm tryna see y'all aligned, my baby (ayy)

I'm down to cover the fine, my baby

One-on-one, one of a kind, my baby (ayy, ayy-ayy)

Ink up, but y'all don't do mines, my baby

You gotta get with the times, my baby

Tattoo your face, tattoo your face

if you're truly mine, my baby

Everything peachy

everything come with a risk (peachy, ooh, risky)

Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to

close my fist (ooh, pow, pow, pow, pow)

The ooter gon' spin like a DVD, stop disk (ooh, spin, ooh)

And these hoes is mad, they pissed

but won't do shit (won't do nothin', bro)

They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin')

They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin')

They mad, but won't do shit

They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin', ooh)

They mad, but won't do shit

Aha, aha

X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh)

Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa

I got a bitch headed right out to blanco

I only wan' hit it like a poncho

Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco

'Cause the glove didn't fit

These pockets stuffed out like cilantro