Dead (feat. Summer Walker)

Grammy-Award-winnin' recordin' artist Cardi B, known for her chart-toppin' 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 bein' linked to a series of brutal killings
Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately
Accordin' 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride, I'm goin' fast (fast)
Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She lookin' 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 beggin' for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one
I tell hos to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see, I shoulda left these hos with nothin'
Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hos 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 puttin' 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 wit' it

They say, "Cardi, you tweakin'," nah, I don't be tweakin' enough
Bitches be doin' shit and I be lettin' it slide, and I don't be bringin' it up
Bitches be out here tellin' lies about me and y'all just be eatin' it up
But when I drag her to Hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck"

She say my name, she gettin' belt, she think I'm playin', she gettin' belt
When we go in the store, don't touch nothin', you complain or you gettin' belt
I cried 300 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 workin'?
Guess who doin' shows for damn near free and pockets hurtin'?
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 collectin' body bags like they purses
Ion 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 nothin', 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
Hos tried rebrandin', revampin', but ain't do nothin'
Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweakin', 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

I want they heads
I want 'em beggin' for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was comin' 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

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 beggin' for their life
You playin' 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