Only on them C's if
it's breeze,
Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve,
these wannabe
Chun-Lis
Anyway, ni hao
Who the fuck told
bitches they was
me now?
I knew these bitches
was slow, I ain't know
these bitches senile
Married a shooter case
you niggas tried to
breathe loud
Boom your face off,
then I tell him,
"Cease fire"
I'm the AB
Seven-hundred on
'em horses when we
fixin' to leave
But I don't fuck with
horses since
Christopher Reeves
Gotta be careful when
I dip, it's flips all in
the whip
It's 40s with 30 clips,
FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the
taco, waitin' on El
Chapo
Came in the Rolls
Bad gyal don't
die-die-die
Hundred rounds
on dat, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a
shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe,
my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run
from nobody like
Rude boy want me
touchin' on his body
like, yeah
Boy haffi dead
if he ever diss me
You know what to do
if he ever miss me,
Miss me with that
na na na na na na na
I stay with my
na na na na na na
His ex hit him, he like,
Nah nah nah
nah nah nah
He want the bad gyal
sleeze like that, well,
I'm a tease like that
Ill na na na
na na na na
He told me bring him
that na na na na
na
We don't be Karen
like Donna, na na
na na
Like it when he
grab my cheeks like
that
I'm a freak
Bad gyal don't
die-die-die
Hundred rounds on
that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a
shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe,
my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run
from nobody like,
Rude boy want me
touchin' on his body
like, yeah
Boy haffi dead if
he ever diss me
You know what to do
if he ever miss me
When the Queen leave,
bitches wanna come
out like a cockroach
Until I'm cookin' in the
kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre,
we don't fill pot holes
Dorito bitches mad
that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes
that's watchin' me
like Movados
All them, all them
botched face photos,
why would you post
those?
Make a gyal duppy
since I heard you like
my ghost, hoes
Big truck but I'm
alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell
him I'm goin' postal
These bitches rappin'
like my blooper roll
Desert Eagle if your
nigga actin' super bold
Got 'em like "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like
niggas doin' the bogle
Ya fuckin' bozo
That .40 cal'll make
'em dance like a go-go
Super facts,
that's word to
Super Cat
We a rude gyal yute
and we nuh tek
back we chat
bitches couldn't
walk in my Crocs
Word to Dundee
Just a bunch of
airheads like
Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches
so slow, man, they
slower than sloths
Six-hundred horse,
how you gon' catch
the boss?
Caught 'em with they
hand out, tryna catch
the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow,
tryna cut the cloth
See the difference
is I run businesses
If I ain't employ you
then what ya business
is?
I'll have staff roll up,
like what the business
is?
you don't know
that my niggas kill
Bad gyal don't
die-die-die
Hundred rounds on
that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a
shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe,
my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run
from nobody like
Rude boy want me
touchin' on his body
like, yeah
Boy haffi dead
if he ever diss me
You know what to
do if he ever miss me
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be