[Intro: Alzea]
A-L-E-Z-A (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
[Verse 1: Aleza]
Know I'm the shit, you smell this 'roma on me when I walk (That's that gas)
Know I'm that bitch, you hear it in me clearly when I talk (I'm that bitch)
I got him freaky, nigga tweakin', geekin' in them drawers (I got him freaky)
I love these niggas, fuck a pick 'cause I go with 'em all (Go with 'em all)
You shop for cheap, when we go out, bitch, we gon' buy the mall (Buy it all)
I wear these hoops inside my ear 'cause I was born to ball (Born to ball)
I put on red bottoms to feel myself, they made me tall (They made me tall)
He want my
Heart or want some money, then the answer, "Nah" (The answer, "Nah")
[Verse 2: Gloss Up & GloRilla]
Okay, we blew up on bitches, don't need to pit 'em in
They know who it is, don't gotta knock, 'cause they gon' let us in
Stylin' when I step, catch a breath, let it sink in
We fuck and he don't pull out, uh, he let it sink in
When the money good, yeah, you do just what you wanna
I know these bitches sick, aw shit, they got corona
Since you niggas dogs, well, lil' nigga, I'm the owner
If I run across your nigga, bitch, consider him a goner (GloRilla)
[Verse 3: Glorilla]
Bitches talkin' out they neck, I pop my motherfuckin' collar (Bitch)
Any time I get a new nigga, I gain a couple stalkers (Lame-ass)
Ayy, I'm fine as hell, I'm havin' shit, he call this shit exotic (Ooh)
Well, I'm all American, baby, but I'm mixed with a lil' toxic
Love a nigga that don't play that shit, come put me in my place
Talkin' 'bout put it in the camera, nigga, put it in your face (Come here)
Said he know this pussy fat, well, bae, I'm sorry for the weight (My bad)
I know we said we set the tone, but shit, we made a fuckin' way (On God)
[Verse 4: Slimeroni & K Carbon]
That nigga blew his chance with me, so now he forced to fuck another bitch
I let these bitches talk 'cause I'ma catch 'em on some stutter shit (Scary-ass ho)
He heard that I'm a rapper, wanna lick me like a sucker, shit (Ayy)
We on the track again 'cause we the ones who really runnin' shit (Yeah, bitch)
I been had the sauce, my life is great, these hoes be mackin' on me (Uh-huh)
Think that shit is sweet the perfect way to catch you lackin', homie
I'm a life, I ain't your wife, man, what you thought? It ain't no matrimony
Sayin' that he miss me, but he really misses macaroni (It's Carbon, that macaroni)
[Verse 5: K Carbon]
Stop bein' stupid, you know I'll never love you (Bitch)
He keep spendin' all the cash he want, but I'll never fuck him
Bitches keep talkin' that tough shit thinkin' I'll never touch 'em (Where you at? Get whacked)
I'ma pop out with that— knock her ass up out them bundles (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma get these bitches gone if I feel like they got tension
Every time my name come up, I'm in these lil' broke bitches' mentions
And these broke-ass bum hoes can't compare to how I'm livin'
I'ma high speed in this Scat', ho, you hear that fuckin' engine
[Outro: K Carbon]
Fuck you motherfuckers, man, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
It's Set the Tone 2, bitch
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