[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Bow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' bitch in my city (Word)
You not a Barbie, it's givin' dirty
I fuck her up (Suck my dick), then I get sturdy, grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this Perky
[Verse 2: DD Osama]
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse]
Don't forget that I'm still droppin' DOA (DOA-K)
Catch a Flocka, on me, he's not safe
And these niggas keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma spin through the Sev', I'ma catch me a homi'
Call Dudeylo, like, yo, "What's the word?" (What's the word?)
He got the drop, let's spin through the third (SevSideK)
Catch me a nine, I'ma blow that [?]
He gon' die by a poke (Grrah)
40s N 9s, yeah, that shit hit a mil' (On bro)
Don't forget about Dead Opps (On bro)
Nigga, Dougie, he ran, caught a leg shot (Leg shot)
Spin through the Bronx, tryna make a new dead opp, like (Grrah-grrah)
Still tappin' my neck 'cause that fat nigga dead (JB)
And Rah got put right to bed (Rah Rah)
Two dead niggas but one from the Sev
[Verse 3: Ice Spice]
These bitches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a bitch like it's fun (Like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next, like, "Ice Spice, you really the one" (I'm next)
Think that she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' niggas to get hot like (Like what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah, grrah)
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not, like (Suck my dick)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a bitch, then come see what this bitch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (Facts)
Fuck on ya bro, like, this shit is amusin' (Word, grrah)
[Verse 4: DD Osama]
JayRip saw that car, yeah, he should've fled
Grrah, grrah
Now I'm back on my bullshit (On bro)
Catch a opp, I empty out the full clip
Niggas be chattin' but don't ever do shit, like
R-Roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
Nigga, Nazzy, yeah, he shootin' (Nazzy)
Mixin' the Rippy with JB
Why the fuck these niggas got me lazy? (Grrah)
TG chattin', got scared, what we do? (On bro)
Stop talkin' on Notti, you fool
5th to the Sev, yeah, shit look cool
Hope I see them, when I bend through (Grrah)
Yellin', "Notti Gang" when I'm in the booth (Grrah)
Catch a six, swept 'em wit' a broom (On bro), like (Like), grrah
[Verse 5: Ice Spice & DD Osama]
Sayin' you love me, then show that
Old friends, they watchin', they sendin' me throwbacks
Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back
I got feelings, but I never show 'em
I don't talk about it, I just smoke 'em
Goin' through shit, I don't think, I just go numb
Soon as I hop in the booth, I'ma go numb, grrah
[Verse 6: DD Osama]
Catch a six, swept 'em wit' a broom, bitch
All these niggas stayin' mad 'cause I'm up
Like, fuck it, it's up and it's stuck
Youssef a bitch, he got shot in the butt
Keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma send ya' ass up
Totin' the .30, why the fuck would I lack?
Mr. Leave-A-Nigga-On-His-Back
Throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah)
[Outro: Ice Spice]
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother
Grrah
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother
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