On the Record lyrics

[Intro]
(Beatgang)

[Verse]
​On the record, f*ck being the princess of rap
I'm a trap b*tch with thirty-inch weaves and straps (Thirty-inch straps)
I see you hoes stalkin' my Snapchat (I see it)
Y'all know y'all see my lil' cute ass thumbin' a fat track
Slidin' in my Bimmer with a Glock on my lap (Woo)
Slid through the P, I done slid through Iraq
b*tches sneak dissin' me, can't see me in straps
I'm wastin' bullets 'cause they don't be firin' back
b*tch talk stupid, I'm peelin' your cap
I be gettin' on sh*t first, y'all be gettin' attacked (Y'all be gettin' attacked)
Free my b*tch Chata, my sis murdered a Scrap (Free Chata)
And you ain't gotta line me up, I'ma come where it's at
b*tch see me, freeze dead in her tracks
I'm jumpin' out and blowin' her back
You would think I was a n*gga the way I was blowin' her back
Left that b*tch body laid out on the crevice and cracks
Just paid a b*tch a band to sew in my tracks (See me?)
My outfit, you can't find on the racks (You see me?)
n*gga so obsessed 'cause I'm foreign and Black
But only let him eat pus*y 'cause I ain't tryna get trapped (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
But, n*gga, don't waste your breath, you ain't top of the hat (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
This is my world, so n*ggas better try to adapt
b*tch, your n*gga hittin' me, I'm hittin' him back
Like do you got some money, n*gga? Is you eatin' the cat?
And n*ggas always in they feelings, always gettin' attached (Always getting attached)
Only time I'm in my feelings when you play with my stacks (When you play with my stacks)
b*tch always in her feelings 'cause her pus*y is wack ('Cause her pus*y is wack)
But over me, these n*ggas don't know how to act
They get control-ive, get to losin' they mind
That sh*t be throwin' me off, so I leave 'em behind (On my mama)
You b*tches ain't pushin' real lines (On my mama)
From this day forward, y'all gotta pay for my time, you hear me? (Hear me?)
I can't go nowhere in my city (Nah)
At the hair shop with a PAP in my titty
You b*tches can't f*ck with me, so knock me down
See b*tches slippin', I'm chasin' y'all down (Broke b*tch)
Caught her lackin' at the red light
Ho smashed off so scared for her life (On God)
I'm smokin' every b*tch I don't like
I'm shootin' b*tches when I see y'all on sight
b*tch, I be one deep, trippin'
Tell your n*gga quit callin', b*tch, it's pimpin' (Ha)
All he good for is some trickin'
All he good for is cat lickin' (Ha)
Only time I ride di*k is when I'm f*ckin' him back (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, he think I'm the devil the way I'm archin' my back (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
My new n*gga got my ass gettin' fat
Yeah, he beatin' this sh*t up while I'm throwin' it back
Yeah, he beatin' this sh*t up while I'm makin' it clap
Yeah, I'm bustin' that sh*t open while he c*ckin' it back
Lil' b*tch, let me introduce you to some sauce
When I talk, b*tch, pay attention real close, ayy
When I talk, b*tch, you gon' learn some real finesse
You the b*tch that n*gga hides, I'm the b*tch that n*gga flex
Slap fire out your neck, neck
b*tch, you gon' learn some respect, respect
It ain't direct, it ain't respected
I need my deposit if you wanna be accepted (I need my deposit)
It's funny how these b*tches all knock me (How they knock me)
But I'm the b*tch that they copy
Ha
It's funny how these b*tches all knock me (Knock me, ha, ha)
But I'm the b*tch that they copy
It's Stunna Girl, all diamonds and caps (All diamonds and caps)
It's Stunna Girl, the trendsetter of Sac
Went down for a robbery and a strap
Did three years and bounced right back
b*tch, quit playin' with me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Huh, what you sayin' to me? (Ha, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch quit playin' with me
I go money crazy
I'll rap all day