[Intro: Ashlee Simpson]
People say you're goin' out your mind
To think you're hot stuff, gotta think you're hot stuff
[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica]
AE, bitch, you already snow
He was tryna fuck, I was tryna fuck his bro
I was in Detroit saying, "What's up wit' it doe?"
When bitches sellin' box, but they sell it for the low
And they think I do it too, but I don't do it anymore
If the shit flop, yeah, I'm pretty, I could hoe
Where Becky? That bitch playing with the blow
And these bitches lack game 'cause they do not know the code
Wait, one, two, everybody, look what I could do
I could chop a line, no razor blade
And the bitch is gonna fuck me like a piecе-o-cake
Where thе at's with the stans, like where the dirty percs?
I don't wanna chop em' blocks off the dirty bird
I'ma shake a bitch so she broke on the 31st
Now I'm strapped with a dick on the 33rd
I pull up in the iwonagiveaway
I'ma make a bag, then I shit, gettin' pissed away
Bitch got pistol-whipped, that's just how it goes
I'm a fucking champ bitch, I'ma never fall
I ain't ever fall, bitches can't relate
Ride around with the crack rock in my vape
I'm a super hoe, I ain't gotta buck AK
Bitches be faker than a Santee Alley babe
[Verse 2: That Kid]
Big TK, I'm always DTF
But I'm full grown, don't need CDF
Cruisin' for a dick, it's fuck a GPS
Turned a few tricks for some VVS
I don't wanna fuck unless the Glock is in my face
Same nasty bitch snortin' up the Special K
And I'm still poppin' titties out just to get my way
I'ma pretty ass bitch, so ugly people hate
Now show off
Watch me take my motherfuckin' clothes off
Love the fat boys built like Rick Ross
Smackin' on my man like he's Chris Rock
Got a BB Simon belt and a baggie on my hip
And some long ass nails with a gloss up on the lip
I can't ride a fuckin' bike but you know I ride on dick
Don't ever gotta ask 'cause you know I'm runnin' shit
[Verse 3: Chase Icon]
CI, came through with the bob
On my bling ring, that bitch you wanna rob
Every day, I'ma make a bum bitch sob
I'm not tryna play nice, bitch, I'm tryna play God
I can be a model but I'd rather be a slut
Surged up top, now I'm workin' on the butt
Always goin viral, now I don't know what is what
If they sell my deep-fake sex tape, I want a cut
Boobs out, it's Chase with the bank, bitch
Hoes talk cheap, I don't even know the language
I be like, "Bang, bitch", what you gonna say?
Ain't it kinda funny how the rumors circulate?
Tricks come through every single day
Take it in the back, that's the Freakalicious way
Countin' on my money, got it spread on the duvet
Stuff it in the Kelly then I'm off to St. Tropez
