Kruella de Vil lyrics

[Intro]
Tuh

[Verse 1]
You hang around me if your mind petty
Just fortied your b*tch, John Salley
Hoes hate me, but my mom happy
All these rolls on me, need an Oscar like a proud family
They love catchin' bullets, call the opps Randy
We just popped number 2 like a god daddy
Huh, four-five left, it is not a taxi
Yeah, nutted in your BM, you is not the daddy
Before he vacate in Hawaii, let's stop by Miami
Got a lil' freak b*tch stay in Tallahassee
I ain't see the sneak diss, he forgot to add me
He soft as hell but keep stick, call him cotton candy
Walk in the booth and chase stop breathin', it's magical
A snow bunny just told me that I'm radical
Monkey on my back, I'm feelin' like Danimals
All eyes on me, b*tches think I'm Incredibles
Broke my heart, but I couldn't even be mad at you
I'm the one with just the book without readin' the manual
These feelings sneak up like I'm eatin' an edible
An opp head just did the splits, he was flexible
Can't find the time to fit me in my schedule
Tryna save the world, I keep neglectin' myself
I'd just rather suffer than ask for some help
Doin' scams, feel like Jeffrey Dahmer, catchin' his mail
b*tch so bad, told her hand me the belt
Gave her back strokes, she said, "Boy, you actin' like Phelps"
Clip curl at the end like the hat on the elf
n*gga, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got it on me
Gotta keep it on me
Yeah, they tryna harm me
Yeah, they tryna take my soul
Top of the morning
Why they creepin' on me?
Yeah, don't need an army
Yeah, as long as I can take my pole
I'm a one me
Ayy
Ayy, baby my favorite ho

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ooh, it is n*ggas earned, but they not dangerous
Yeah, I don't want your b*tch, sh*t, ayy
Ooh, I just want the neck 'cause it's outrageous
Pulled the b*tch tracks out, now her mind racin'
Judge lockin' n*ggas down, they is not playin'
Tryna hand me a sentence like sign language
Got a K in my hand like sign language
When it's cold, I take flights like I'm migrating
Have you ever got some neck that was life savin'?
Ayy, yeah
Save me from my old b*tch 'cause I was finna call her
I got n*ggas dodgin' me, I feel like Nikki Parker
I could do anything, I just need a burner
In the booth with that smacker like I'm Tina Turner
When he died, I was on a flight eatin' a burger
He was in the sky too, I know you seen me smirkin'
Huh, ayy
Yeah, they told me sh*t about my b*tch, n*gga, she a virgin
Killed they own mans, opps say they did the murder
sh*t deep, gotta watch them n*ggas in your circle
n*gga think he f*cked my b*tch, n*gga, she my worker
Now it's burnin' when he p*ss, lil' wee-wee hurtin'
Ayy
They gotta pay me for this game, I ain't rappin' again
Put your dog on a shirt like Kruella de Vil, ha