[Verse 1]
I ain't with this love game, Lady Gaga
You know you envy me 'cause you can't spit proper
Kitomi oozes all the sweetness like a piñata
You losin' on your beats, bitch, wheezin' all that ra-ra
This just in, like just enterin'
I'ma have a cut bitch off like mid sentencin'
Get into these bars, get into this bid sentencin'
I'm the one you hoes get into the booth referencin'
Nah, for real, get into the shoes I be steppin' in
Get into the Telfar my left arm be carryin'
You bitches so tired of me, guess I'm so wearyin'
But this top Issey Miyake if you was worryin', wait
(Hold on, y'all)
(I'm tellin' my nail tech what I want)
(I want the nails to look like they got nut on 'em)
(Maybe pink too, please)
(Okay, um, anyway)
Size zero, you a six, Big Hero
Competition where? Black bitch, you a weirdo
Silk press on my hair
But it be curlin' like the toes on a nympho
Your nigga on my body like a motherfuckin' lymph node
[Chorus]
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be, he be, and he can't get enough
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm raps poster girl like a new dress (Face so erotic)
Make him wanna bust on it like a proofed vest
No ass but bet I show it every chance I get
Couple years underground but I'm spittin' like a vet
Bitch, yeah, I'm the one like what's after new born
Bitch, yeah, fuck you like we filmin' new porn
Bitch, yeah, I'm hot, bitch, nah, you not
All them bullet holes, I done gave you plenty of shots (Oh)
(Listen, stat, you bitches)
(I gave you hoes so many shots, like, you did—)
(Like I take rigs repeatedly for y'all to come up and do–)
(Anyway, wait, what?)
Everything I do is marvelous like Stan Lee (Mm-mm-mm)
Like they tryna find a seat, they can't stand me
They fake like they do and they fake with they crew
With they fake little shoes, when they spit, I just snooze
[Chorus]
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be, he be, and he can't get enough
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm spittin' and I'm gettin' it plenty
My nigga produce the techs like his first name Freddie
And that's no cap like a open bottle
Who started this rap movement of faggots spittin' full throttle
On a beat like me?
Can't run the track, no feet like me
Diabetic, sugar free, ain't shit sweet baby, uh
Amityville, horror
Killin' all my daughters
You a fill in for the starter
Bitch, I'm grade A like a charter
(Wait, I said, "Your a fill in," bitch, for the starter, that's me)
(And I'm grade A like a charter but I'm really the one schoolin' you hoes)
(Y'all bitches grade F, bitch, F-F-F-F-F-F-F)
Kick the bitch teeth in, have her weepin'
Have that ho speakin' gummy like the bear theme
And if she keep tryin' me, I'ma kill her like I'm Kenan
No ferris wheels, bitch, I don't fear nothin'
[Chorus]
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be, he be, and he can't get enough
[Outro]
My raps twirl on beats like ballerina
I mean my shit go 'round and 'round like Selena
Think she seein' me? She Missy, misdemeanor
I'm so pretty, yep, I got a misdemeanor
These legs so long, all this room I take up
He wanna eat the cookie, yep, freshly baked up
He be, he be, he be all up on my cheeks like it's blush
He be, he be, he be tryna mack on me like makeup