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That's my bitch, she gon' drop that diss (that's my bitch)
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho')
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed (oh, no)
I'm the one that let shit slide
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go
Fuckin' all her fake-ass friends
The same type of bitches that'll call her sis, yeah
Shorty couldn't take her lick (uh-huh)
Shorty sure can take that dick (yeah)
She gon 'live on my dick for a lifetime
I should make the cap ho pay my rent (pay my rent)
Whatever I say, I get
Shorty know Baby don't take no shit
I can't buy my clothes, let 'em get all the lies out
I got everythin' I need at the crib
I can sit back and treat this big bitch like a hideout
Bitch, you know I'm outside like it's nothin'
I'm waitin' on these niggas to come see what this fire 'bout
Got this thing from the country
So bad, her lil' fine ass need to be put up in timeout
She like, "Baby, quit droppin' your eyebrows"
Baby, you ain't got it all, step my ass up all night
And come step, you can blame it on the Adderall
Thought I fell off, niggas crazy
Came back bombin' on niggas, guess I still got it after all
Boy, that nigga sick, he need some soup and some Tylenol
Fire on your ass, rockin' sock tomorrow
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese playin' with my daughter
I said it all now, my daughters know Daddy ain't nice at all
I've been turnt up since high school, nigga
I've been gettin' money since a teen
I made so much money off of weed, pulled up in a Beamer
Mama thought I had cocaine and icy talk
Now Mama Baby sell weed
Baby got pounds, Baby got sticks with extensions
Baby got bands, a trap anaconda one time
(Baby fuck big booty bitches)
That's my bitch, she gon' drop that diss (that's my bitch)
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho)
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed
I'm the one that let shit slide
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go (let's go, let go)