Dead (Physical Version)

[Intro: Summer Walker]

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping 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 being linked to a series of brutal killings

Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately

According 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

Yеah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Summer Walker]

I took that demon to thе ride, I'm goin' fast (Fast)

Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She looking 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 begging for they life, I want 'em dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared

I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

[Verse: Cardi B]

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one

I tell hoes to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun

I let these bitches see, I should've left these hoes with nothin'

Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hoes 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 putting 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 with it

They say, "Cardi, you tweaking," nah, I don't be tweaking enough

Bitches be doing shit and I be letting it slide and I don't be bringing it up

Bitches be out here telling lies about me and y'all just be eating it up

But when I drag her to Hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck"

She say my name, she getting belt, she think I'm playing, she getting belt

When we go in the store, don't touch nothing, you complain or you getting belt

I cried three hundred 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 working?

Guess who doing shows for damn near free and pockets hurting?

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 collecting body bags like they purses

I don't 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 nothing, 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

Hoes tried rebranding, revamping, but ain't do nothin'

Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweaking, 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

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Cardi B]

I want they heads

I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming 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

[Outro: Summer Walker]

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