[Intro]
Ayyy!… *laugh* stupid dumb ass b*tches!
b*tch you got me so f*cked up! (Uh, uh, yeah)
b*tch you got me so f*cked up!
b*tch you got me so f*cked up!
[Verse 1]
I’m finna loose my cool about a b*tch, I’m getting my money up
A hunnids up, I want that tag poppin’ sh*t
These b*tches love feeling me, b*tch I’m ready
Killing me, b*tch I’m Freddie
How n*gga? What fag on my level? b*tches can’t change up for nothin'
Who impress a b*tch? You nothing! Ooh I’m so top of that class
n*gga I’m better than you! Mop yo’ ass, you better be moving faggot
I ain’t through with y’all yet, y’all gon’ show me some respect
Stupid b*tches coming all up out they neck, can’t block my check
You tryna hex, you f*cking weak
That’s demon debt, you f*cking leech b*tch!
Hardest n*ggas out here really want me, I ain’t seen sh*t
You gon’ see some sh*t you ain’t expect, you on that creep sh*t
See I’m the Savage Princess of the nine and you’s a green b*tch
Old n*ggas hating on this pretty faggot hot as style
Straight n*ggas act like they don’t know me - it’s just been a while
f*ck connecting [?], you want receipts? I’m on his rolling paper
b*tches wanna f*ck me I ain’t let ‘em [?]
[Verse 2]
These b*tches so f*cking stupid, trade is so f*cking ugly
Faggots still wanna be me, n*ggas still tryna f*ck
Y’all done come up out the cards, typa witchcraft is this?
Got my drum ends from the plug, I pulled a verse up out a brick
That’s what it sound like lil b*tch, I rolled a pound, pen and stick
Stole a sound, picture fit, that sh*t still can’t amount to this
b*tch I’m better than a beat, really don’t matter who produced this sh*t
I could still be better with whatever, I’m no counterfeit
You a fraud, you a lame
Staying in designer, you the cause of the game
Hating faggots you dishonour
b*tches like you make sick!
n*ggas f*ck with you ain’t sh*t!
You was t’d up out so when you see me hit that lick
These bottoms not on my level, can’t break me (hell no)
I won’t budge, ain’t backing down, y’all can’t make me (uh uh)
b*tches [?] facing down but tryna play me
Your n*gga want these pants off my ass, he’d probably pay me
[Outro]
b*tches so f*cking stupid, trade is so f*cking ugly
Faggots wanna be me and they mans wanna f*ck with me
I came up off the cards, typa witchcraft is this?
I got my drum ends from the plug, I pulled a verse up out that brick
That’s what it sound like b*tch!
Yeah, yeah, that’s what it sound like
I really said that lil b*tch, it’s what it sound like
Uh, yep! That’s what it sound like
Yeah, ay! That’s what it sounds like, b*tch!