Graceland

Did you, did you, did you? Did you, did you, did you? Did you, did you, did you? Y'all know how to copy but you don't know how to have it Sounding like a suburban bitch a trait, not a habit Not my son you're my pet, call you Peter Rabbit Tryna steal my flow like a bald-headed bandit Didn't expect to already be a mother Got an IUD you bitches must've crawled under I'm an absent mom y'all can get off my udder And I didn't fucking stutter You can fucking piss off bitch Did you miss me? Back in the city with my bestie Acting bitchy Did you miss me? Too turnt baby boy you know me That's the real me Got more money than your favorite indie band Never sign a deal don't need label contrabands I'ma need that shit put straight in my hand I'ma make it rain when she hit the handstand We're the original while you're giving Graceland Ask me why we do this shit, supply and demand And when we come around they gotta keep it tucked in the waistband Yeah, in the waistband Did you miss me? Back in the city with my bestie Acting bitchy Did you miss me? Too turnt baby boy you know me That's the real me Did you miss me? (did you, did you, did you?) Back in the city with my bestie Acting bitchy Did you miss me? (did you, did you, did you?) Too turnt baby boy you know me That's the real me Did you, did you, did you? Did you, did you, did you?