[Intro]

Sheesh

Uh, oh my

[Verse]

Westside seven-mile down, where ya at

My nigga probaby somewhere posted in the trap

My bitches probably somewhere cute countin' cash

Shit, I'm probably somewhere barrin' down ya mans

He tryna be my booski boo, shit, that depends (Hm)

Just pulled up off the whoopty woop with a couple bands (Couple bands)

Play your cards, right? It's in the stars, right?

Gettin' to that looty loot, you know that's ours right? (You know that's ours, right?)

Fruity tootie tastes like juice, snake in my boot

I sense some snake on you, I sense some fake on you

I know they hate on me (Shit), why would I hate on you?

Shit, I'm posted in the booth

Shit, I customized the stu

Can't backtrack, nigga, where the map at? (Huh?)

Racks up, racks up, nigga, bet that (Racks up)

Basically, all the crazy girls got a fat ass

Think something wrong with my head 'cause I snapped back (Uh)

In the middle of the party with a fat MAC (Bow)

In the middle of the hood with a fast cat (Shit)

Wish a nigga would, they'll bust back

Ya pape too thin like a bus pass

I ain't tryna hear the story, I ain't Wattpad

The bitch soggy like a wet pad

They see me on the TV like a newsflash (Newsflash)

I been making hoes mad since the egg hatched

Positive affirmations, ho, I'm really her (I'm really her)

I'm a lil' boogie, confident, but I'm down to earth (I'm down to earth)

I don't care what they be saying, so fuck what you heard (I don't care)

I don't fuck with your nigga, but he know my song word for word

(Got, bitch) Bar for bar, can't sit with us, you ain't ours

Lip gloss on me and it's popping, see the shine from far

Dropping heat back to back

Back of the black truck shaking ass

I need everything on my writer right, tap the tab

Money getters, real hitters

Real splitters, real dealers

Real swifters, real shifters

It's like that

[Outro]

Yeah

Bitch

Uh, oh my God