Do you rap or do you tweet?
'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch
(Go Grizz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

I don't sing R&B, but, bitch
I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes
it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans
we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one
don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin'
'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)

Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha)
I ain't never watched my tone (Never)
I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (Aw)
Wanna fight me 'bout some dick
'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (Huh?)
I hope that ain't your only nigga
he ain't never comin' home (Damn)
Ho, I'll take over your city (City) , bitch
you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service
beat a bitch and show no pity (Haha)
I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick
we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)
A lotta ass, but I'm petite
lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you
She be tough online, but sweet in person
where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)
Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga
if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch

I don't sing R&B, but, bitch
I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes
it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up
like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why
she so nervous (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin'
'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway

Hmm, y'all know who the fuck it is
The most loved, the most hated
The highest anticipated
The one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha
Real hot girl shit, ayy

Bitches must be tryna save the planet
recyclin' all my old niggas (Recyclin' all my old niggas)
Trends you think you settin'
I had that shit on in my old pictures (Yeah)
I'm standin' on business (Yeah)
he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)
What the fuck I look like trippin' on one
out of seven billion? (Hahaha)
I meet the goalpost when it's movin'
they say I can't, then I do it (Yeah)
Your favorite rapper might not like me
but his boo gon' jam my music (Ah)
Blue checks, big influence, chain glow
like Hallelujah (On the gang)
I see you barkin' at me for attention
I'll never throw the bone to ya (Ayy)
Ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (Mwah, baow)
Player face card, bitch
you know I ain't foldin' (Baow, baow)
Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest
These bitches tryna be funny, they joking
Everything Megan put out, I own it
I don't care who you think hotter than me
Ain't a bitch stepped I ain't smokin'
He was in my DMs beggin'
now he in my mentions hatin' (In my mentions hatin')
That's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas
get no conversation (Shh)
Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail
but won't do nothin' to a player
(Yeah, yeah, do nothin' to a player)
All it did was make more niggas
throw the coin to me like a wishing well (Ah)

I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her
fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes
it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up
like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one
don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin'
'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (Tuh)

He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree
Tuh
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (Anyway)
Bitch, you a clown and I'm allergic
Come on
Fuck what these hoes sayin'
'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (Tuh)