[Intro]

C-C-CorMill

[Chorus]

Rule number one:

If it's 'bout me, at me, so I can see it

Rule number two:

If you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it

'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit

Then before you see it, she delete it

Or when you come to her, she get to switchin' up

Like, "Girl, I ain't even really mean it"

So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit

Just prepare yo' ass for this beatin'

'Cause on sight means on sight

Not in no counselor's office havin' meetin's

And if you pull my tracks, I'ma break your face

And you really gon' be left bleedin'

'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight

Don't need to be left leanin'

And rule three:

If you statin' facts, then let me see them receipts

'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin'

All them asses gettin' beat

And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that

But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit

Come with that jumpin' shit

And I got the chopper in the back with a scope

And I do not miss, bitch

[Verse]

Woah

Play with this shit if you want to, ho

Man, I don't even know

I won't even keep in touch

So if my name in yo' mouth

Then you doin' too much

Bringin' up lies and such

And she ain't hard unless you with the crew and them

Online screamin' she got real hands

But in real life, she don't know what to do with them

Man, she run her mouth like a meter

But when it's time to ride, I ain't see her

So next time, if you ain't tryna hook

Then lil bitch, watch your demeanor

Lyrics dirty, but the flow is cleaner

Watch me slap her shit like Serena

Yeah, slap her shit like Serena

Make her spin around like ballerinas

You know what I do

She don't got a clue

Can't hang with the gang

If you not the crew

I want 30k on my wrist

Gold yellow like piss

I got four labels tryna sign the kid

And I don't know which one that I'ma pick

Which one that I'ma pick

[Chorus]

Rule number one:

If it's 'bout me, at me, so I can see it

Rule number two:

If you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it

'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit

Then before you see it, she delete it

Or when you come to her she get to switchin' up

Like, "Girl, I ain't even really mean it"

So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit

Just prepare yo' ass for this beatin'

'Cause on sight means on sight

Not in no counselor's office havin' meetin's

And if you pull my tracks, I'ma break your face

And you really gon' be left bleedin'

'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight

Don't need to be left leanin'

And rule three:

If you statin' facts, then let me see them receipts

'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin'

All them asses gettin' beat

And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that

But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit

Come with that jumpin' shit and

I got the chopper in the back with a scope

And I do not miss, bitch

[Outro]

You know what I do

She don't got a clue

Can't hang with the gang

If you not the crew

And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that

But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit

Come with that jumpin' shit and

I got the chopper in the back with a scope

And I do not miss, bitch

You know what I do

She don't got a clue

Can't hang with the gang

If you not the crew