Don't ever fuckin' play with me
y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
you dirty bum bitches know (grrr)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Woke up, the price of coke up
I just hit 'em with the low cut,
Somebody 'bout to get poked up,
go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck,
might just get your throat cut
This a Mack truck, not a black truck
"Back up," click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up,
All you bitches Rosa Parks,
uh-oh, get get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for
Yikes (yikes), you a clown,
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight,
Grip it right, he be like
Yikes, what's the hy pe? This is something light (light, light,
this a different white (white)
you bitches ain't livin' right
Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines,
You see my face all over that
Soon as niggas press you, boy,
you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action,
pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like,
I don't play with demons, Satan,
'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes,
Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed,
this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain,
it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (
Yikes (yikes), you a clown,
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight,
Grip it right, he be like
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light,
this a different white (white)
you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh)
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