Hot Dish

I got a lot on my chest, so here's my breast reduction (yeah)
I hear the sounds of gums bumpin', they ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin)
I'm sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan (Lohan)
When I'm gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowin' (flowin)
A cover girl with the mouth of a Tommy Gun (gun)
Blow trees and I will blow you away when I'm on the stage (stage)
I guess that's why I got them shiverin' they're very afraid (that's right)
I guess that's why my checks thin ''cause dem hate (hmm)
They steady instigatin' (word)
On what they hatin'
I'm the rainbow bridge like a pack of fifty crayons
'Cause I ain't got no beef with nobodies (nobody)
But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby (no hobby)
I ain't your hook girl, boo, I'm your feature (feature)
And I don't need your attention 'cause of my features
I swear to God I feel like a piece of meat
Every time I'm walkin' home or even a block from lake street
Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb (ah)
That will spit that sixteen bars to send you rappers to the tomb (word)
Me and my crew we ain't playin' around (ha)
'Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town
And while I talk, I remember those who paid the price
I lost my pops, man, I wish he was alive
I can't let go of the past, he never heard me rap
So I carry his spirit on my back in Minneap
Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape
Nicknamed Hot Dish, complements of the state
I see you hungry niggas
Here you go, some steak
I guess you are what you eat
I guess you're Lizzo taint
Apologies to my mother, she thinks that I'm a saint (it's all good)
Apologies to the rappers, I dusted out the gate (she's so hood)
Yo, I see you munchin' on my plate
Rip to any beat I meet, see ya (late)
All these hoes wanna suck my, ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got, ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these hoes wanna suck my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (nigga)
All these niggas wanna ride the ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (yeah)
All these niggas wanna ride my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
I Peter Piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice
Paprika, eureka, I see ya pow! Pow!
My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! Kaow!
Are ammo from the knowledge that you don't know
But know now
Speaking tongues on these hypocrites
I generations to back me up
Mama Kirkwood and Daddy Jefferson had to deal with it so I'm done
They raped and murdered my ancestors
Hung my great uncle from a tree
So when I look at that maple branch I look in the mirror and say, "Could be me"
All of these niggas don't know where I'm from
All of these hoes they just wanna have fun
Actin' like junkies
Lookin' like bums
Lower than scum, what's lower scum?
What's
The ignorance displayed by his insolence
He sprayed all the businesses
And laid someone's significant other and mother and brother in the streets
Who said that was OK?
Who said that was cool?
I said it was cool
So what's all the blues, bitch?
Take a dip, the city's swimmin' in blood pools
And that titties rules (yeah)
So your love I will prove it (yeah)
I'm always winnin' so you can't complain that I'm losin' (yeah)
And now I'm grinnin' cause' you got your feelings bruised when
I had to end it when I thought that we was ruined
'Cause you can't do it (do it), the way I want it (want it)
And you can't move it (move it), the way I want it (on it)
And you can't lose it, the way I'm on it
The best get gone, they be gone in the mornin'
All these hoes wanna suck my, ahh
But I don't got a, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these hoes wanna suck my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these niggas wanna ride the ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (I said)
All these niggas wanna ride my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"