[Intro]
(Yo, Silo killed this shit)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I—, bitch, I got a couple new bands, uh
I got new friends, I ain't kickin’ shit with losers (Yeah)
I just spent a rack with my bitch at Sephora (Yeah)
Ex bitch mad 'cause she seen I got cuter (Yeah)
While she still a four, uh, while I'm rockin’ shit she can't afford (What?)
That Versace on my slippers lookin' newer (Yeah)
Bands I got stored, I'ma fuck around and make a couple more
Off the shit that I ain't dropped on my computer (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
You've been makin' dull shit
I ain't fuck with bullshit (Yeah)
Everything you drop fuckin’ flop, it’s manure (Yes)
And my circle gettin' small
Got me buildin’ up the wall
I got few friеnds, every day they gеttin' fewer
Yeah, shout-out to the mob
We be runnin' 'round with mobs (Yeah, yeah)
Shout-out homies LAC and Daki, they my shooters
Get the studi’ room locked
And the booth smoking rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep the opp tucked, I'ma hit him with my Luger
[Bridge]
Oh, why she on my dick 'bout my check?
You ain't gettin' none this shit, you ain't gettin' none this bread
I ain't fuckin' with no chick (Yo, Silo killed this shit), now she givin' me good head
If you saw the drop top, you would wish that you were dead
Get yo' bands up
[Verse 3]
Yeah, if you really chillin' with my fame, put yo' stance up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck you fightin' with this chick? Steal your man off (Yeah)
Y'all think I'm funnier than a bitch 'cause I'm random (Yeah)
What's your name? I don't remember shit, think it's Amanda
I-I-I might throw a fit like a kid, throw a tantrum
Put a new tag on his fit, where's yo' mans, bruh?
Show out with yo' bitch, drink the dick like a Fanta
Bitch, I never miss on this shit
[Verse 4]
They like "Damn, what is that?" When they hear my new track
He like, "Have you heard my new shit?" No, lil' bro, I'll pass
Straight sticky like glue, bitch, I be smoking gas
ISSBROKIE really good, they hiss, then like back
I'ma leave these rappers clueless, they like, "How she doin' that?"
Do not hit me for no music if-if-if yo' shit whack
Yeah, I'd rather heart you, bitch, ain't nobody gettin' that
Man, I got yo' bitch juicin' once she hear my raps
[Outro]
Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch, I—, bitch, I got a couple new bands, uh
I got new friends, I ain't kickin' shit with losers
I just spent a rack with my bitch at Sephora
Ex bitch mad 'cause she seen I got cuter
While she still a four, uh, while I'm rockin' shit she can't afford
That Versace on my slippers lookin' newer
Bands I got stored, I'ma fuck around and make a couple more
Off the shit that I ain't dropped on my computer
