[Verse 1] Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshligt And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight Weak bitch you couldn't beat me with your best might Im burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least Hold up, I'm busy killing these bitches if not that, Then Im giving them stitches I'm burning them down Them I'm cutting these bitches, If they talk shit then I'm kicking they lips in, If you talk shit then I'm kicking your lips in, They trippin' with blunts, they literally spittin' I'm all in your face: I've got something to spit in Hold up, wait Time for recollection If rap is crucified, bitch I'm the resurrection The best kept secret You is in discretion I'm here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson You and me a wild fire to a matchstick I'm a fucking problem, you don't wanna add this Hold up You don't wanna add this Better yet go run your suns and your bag bitch
[Interlude] Every time I hear that part I'm gonna die of laughter Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear "Succubi" Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you? Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Eliot And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember?
[Verse 2] Bitch I'm from the 313 Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef What the fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow? Diss you on own your shit You should dip low ho I bet you won't leap You frog ass bitch Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch Hold up
[Interlude] Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember? "Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this bitch" And I was like "Oh ok, we're all good." Bitch, I got ammo on you Bitch, you don't want war But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together
[Verse 3] I was in the City, Chillin' with a bum bitch Who was on Twitter, Talkin' like she run shit You was in my text Looking for some pity, bitch "I'm at the bar alone On some Sex in the City shit, My boyfriend left me My heart finna' break" Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank Shit, I be making moves, bitch Plotting my fate Looking at you wack hoes like who's spot should I take Wait: Rocawear, Rainbow Now you're on your Wayne shit Rapunzel goin' be missing like her edges and her bangs is Really, I was hoping you would clap first But either way I'mma goin' give you that work I'm the one everybody say you can't be You know it too, cause I'm the only one ain't tweet Nappy-headed Chia pet Ghetto fucking Easter Bunny Eat up every track That's an OJ: munchie
[Outro] I'm like genuinely laughing on this shit That's why she doesn't really talk much Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch Don't tell me when you're going to London for a month Don't say "Oh, your so..." Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth Did he play you the track that I ripped? Did he play your style that I stole, bitch? Give me the beat Let me work that bass He played that for me, I didn't like it Bitch put an album out I think my album's more done than yours And I just started a week ago You out here sleeping on studio floors Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop Stop it, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
