Hoodrat

[Verse 1] I'm not introverted, I'm just into fuckin', baby, I'm not into flirtin' Drop the addy, let me come and see that shit in person Beat it up and now she walkin' with a limp, she hurtin' Buy a bag, that's 4K, 'cause she picture perfect, and she into purses All the whips are German, but we ain't been to Berlin Sunday and she on her knees, she ain't been to service I hope they get what I mean and they don't misinterpret You can take the car, beg you watch the rims I'm wearing Van Cleef, now she droppin' hints Said her name inside a song, she been poppin' since Pretty baddie, but she bad at takin' compliments Think she lackin' confidence I try be humble but the jewelry make it obvious I'm sorry in advance to anybody that I'm up against Bad bitch, need a punishment Ass up and face the consequence Two hands behind her back, she's under arrest Don't say nothin', may harm your defence Anything you do say is given evidence Mummy knows she menacing, daddy think she innocent Manicure, pedicure, she fresher than a mannequin Tell the captain, "Stop the yacht and drop the anchor in" She can't be a homebody, 'cause she travelin' Saint-Tropez, Saint Barts, Amalfi Coast, I make it happen [Chorus] I'm just a hoodrat Does your mummy know I used to push crack? Would she love me if my hairline push back? What about if I never could rap? I'm gettin' money, I can't look down See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down Of course I gotta' make my hood proud If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now [Verse 2] I bet she would, we be ridin', seat recline, I'd be lyin' If I said that I'd be going back to my hood, now it's Hollywood Remember on the phone to my mum like, "We gon' be good" Now we in the crib with a chef, she ain't gotta cook My accountant told me chill, I be spending a lot guap I had to send her back an email, "This money ain't gonna stop" Quarter milli' on my jewels and I've given back to the block I'm in control of a lot, I'm crossin' over the pond Don't know what's wrong with these dons They offerin' somethin' dumb Mum told me, "Stop saying hoe" but it's rollin' off of my tongue Shorty caught me cheatin', I just buy a bag, put her feet in white Saint Then she gon' brush it under the rug I don't mind if she lyin', say that it's love The opps washed but they're in denial Bussin' blanks like they're infertile You don't wanna fly alone? Bring your girlfriend Her pussy well kept, and she well dressed Chanel, 500 dollars on your nail tech, it's in your CashApp We can get Tiffany pearls, we can go Beverly Hills Amina Muaddi, the heels, we can go Bali as well She spent 3 hours gettin' dressed, I think she self-obsessed That could've been us, but she failed the test She tellin' everyone she fucked me, that ain't nothin' to be proud of Baby girl, I'm for the street, my body count, I've lost count I ain't the man of your dreams I ain't the man of your— [Chorus] I'm just a hoodrat Does your mummy know I used to push crack? Would she love me if my hairline push back? What about if I never could rap? I'm gettin' money, I can't look down See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down Of course I gotta' make my hood proud If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now