[Chorus]
Queen of Da Souf (Souf) and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off (Grrrah)
Fine as dime, you bad body ho's ain't gone do nothin' but make a nigga dick soft (Uh)
Christian Dior to the floor ho
I pop my shit on a slow ho
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
Queen of Da Souf and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
[Verse 1]
Said she want smoke, she no show (Shh)
Designer, I'm dripping in goyo (Dripping)
Just left New York with a bad in a bag
I'm shopping, I just left SoHo
I fuck with crips, 'cause there ain't no crowd
Go shopping I get what I want ho (On God)
He love when I drop it and move it real fast
And pick it back up and hit slow-mo (Mmm)
Big ass balences, long ass extensions
Look him right dead in the eyes when I grip it (Mmm)
Hoes tryna break up the vibe with my bitches
You ain't gotta ask, I'ma ride for my bitches (Yeah)
Creeping and crawling, these hoes be listening
They suck and they swallow these hoes be gifted
[?] just give her a nickel
These shows in Bahamas, they gave me a 50 (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Queen of Da Souf (Souf) and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off (Grrrah)
Fine as dime, you bad body hoes ain't gone do nothin' but make a nigga dick soft (Uh)
Christian Dior to the floor ho
I pop my shit on a slow ho
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
They know, they know, they know, it's Latto
They know, they know, they know, it's Latto
Queen of Da Souf and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
[Verse 2]
They love how I pop it
They love when I'm talking
They know it ain't nothin' but [?]
Twenty-racks [?]
Strip club throwing them racks and not [?]
You owe me somethin', better gimme-me
Cash, no combo, you know you can't talk to me
Far from a peon, you know you ain't bossing me
Can't count, cut a nigga off, it ain't a loss for me
Slim waist, big 'ole ass, you see it from across the street
Big Birkin, big 'ole bag, I got it all on me
R.I.P. to Lo, he did it all, yeah he did it all
When we ball, we ain't on the court, bitch we in the mall
Brand-new AP, real deal, it ain't got a flaw
We ain't fuckin' with them straight hoes, yeah not at all
Just a bad ass bitch who gone do it like Nike
All these hoes tryna do it like me
[Chorus]
Queen of Da Souf (Souf) and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off (Grrrah)
Fine as dime, you bad body hoes ain't gone do nothin' but make a nigga dick soft (Uh)
Christian Dior to the floor ho
I pop my shit on a slow ho
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
Queen of Da Souf and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?