Dead

[Intro: Summer Walker] Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits Now stands accused of a crime spree that has left a trail of devastation and fear International rap superstar is on the run after being linked to a series of brutal killings Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately According to police, the victims Cardi B, who has always been a controversial Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly, several female rappers If these allegations are true, it will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in music history Yeah, yeah, yeah Yеah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Summer Walker] I took that demon to thе ride, I'm goin' fast (Fast) Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She looking back I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold I don't think these bitches know I want they heads I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads I want all these bitches dead [Verse: Cardi B] Can't compete with me, I'm not the one I tell hoes to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun I let these bitches see, I should've left these hoes with nothin' Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hoes be dumb Bitches love to die young, look The water fountain, put my toes in it, music fire, put my soul in it My coochie and my business, these bitches love putting they nose in it Tell a bitch, "You better use your head 'fore I come there, put a hole in it" Like, baow, baow, baow, now she can bowl with it They say, "Cardi, you tweaking," nah, I don't be tweaking enough Bitches be doing shit and I be letting it slide and I don't be bringing it up Bitches be out here telling lies about me and y'all just be eating it up But when I drag her to Hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck" She say my name, she getting belt, she think I'm playing, she getting belt When we go in the store, don't touch nothing, you complain or you getting belt I cried three hundred days last year and none of y'all called me up And like those tears that ran down my cheek, y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's working? Guess who doing shows for damn near free and pockets hurting? Guess who make sure that she play nice when we in person? And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon? Uh I'm collecting body bags like they purses I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses Bitches got some nerve and then be nervous (Ah-ah-ah) Don't tell me, tell customer service Not for nothing, I'm that bitch, I look good, plus I'm thick If you get money and you cute, then, bae, you basically my twin You been here since "Washpoppin," then we basically locked in You done seen me get knocked down nine times, still get up ten They still mad about that Grammy, they still mad that I'm still poppin' They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went diamond Hoes tried rebranding, revamping, but ain't do nothin' Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it Niggas tweaking, yup, in front of the world, what? How you do a bitch like that if I'm your— huh I tried to come in peace, they tore me into pieces Now I gotta R-I-P it [Chorus: Summer Walker & Cardi B] I want they heads I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads I want all these bitches dead If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you an opp If you with that bitch, when I come get her, you gon' die Red beam, shot, bah [Outro: Summer Walker] Oh, I want all these bitches dead Gone and deceased, capisce No, I won't rest 'til all these bitches sleep Lord give me the strength 'cause all these bitches weak Man, I swear, I want these bitches all dead Enemies all begging for their life You playing with me, won't make it through the night I'll do more than everything that's right Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead Dead, dead, dead, ooh