I would say Look Alive but I can't even say look alive These bitches so muhfuckin' dead I be killing hoes, left and muhfuckin' right
I-I-I got these bitches pissed I'm that bitch, I'm the shit (Ayy) Ooh, she mad Oh, well, watch my wrist, how it drip, ayy (Ooh) Thumbin' through the page, screenshottin' all my pics (Yeah) You a fan, wanna be me (Yeah, yeah, ooh, okay) I can't even really trip, yah You say that's yo' nigga, but you really need to get the picture He ain't wit' you, you a bust-down, split you in the middle, ayy (Okay) Never had feelin's, ayy, Ion get too sentimental I break hearts from the start, then return 'em how I sent them, ayy
Bitch, I'm dubbed like a brick on me (Brick on me) Homie close like the clip on me (Ooh) Look like a faucet, drip on me (Drip) Sit on his face, he lick on me All on my page, click on me (Click) Young bitch so cold, they sick of me (They sick of me) I got the sauce and the recipe (The recipe) I got your man's, they next to me, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Ayy, put this ass in his face (Ooh) You kissed him in the mouth (Ew) Gotta ask how it taste He called to ask you space Movin' all gas, no brakes (Skrrt) He movin' fast, no pace I got them hooked, he laced I got them hooked like a bait Bitches be mad for no reason Girl make a post and delete it (Delete it) You know you broke, you heated (Bitch) Act like you so conceited (Period) Practice that shit you preachin' Bitches be reachin' I own that shit you be leasin' (Leasin') I'm like Lebron and Cleveland (Ball) Bitches is done this season I'm blowin' racks and Nina's Showin' my ass in Venus (Ayy) Me and my girls take flights Y'all wanna argue and fight Y'all be all bark, no bite Bitches, we nothin' alike We chase that green like we goin' through lights (Skrrt, skrrt) I get a bread, my team get a slice I get that head then leave the same night (Ooh) He in his feelings now he wanna fight Non-paragraph, you'll be alright
I-I-I got these bitches pissed I'm that bitch, I'm the shit (Ayy) Ooh, she mad Oh, well, watch my wrist, how it drip, ayy (Ooh) Thumbin' through the page, screenshottin' all my pics (Yeah) You a fan, wanna be me (Yeah, yeah, ooh, okay) I can't even really trip, yah You say that's yo' nigga, but you really need to get the picture He ain't wit' you, you a bust-down, split you in the middle, ayy (Okay) Never had feelin's, ayy, Ion get too sentimental I break hearts from the start, then return 'em how I sent them, ayy
I beat these hoes like Arthur Dos (Beatin' them) Tell that lil' bitch I want all the smoke (All the smoke) You better watch how y'all approach (Watch it, lil' bitch) Shit get real then y'all ghost (Shit get real) I had enough of you dog hoes (Enough of you dogs) Tell you the truth, y'all all go (All go) Worry about me, that's why y'all broke (Yeah) Fan-ass-hoe, who y'all quote I know you upset, I'm the best at it (Best at it) Every time I dress like the Met Gala (Met Gala) Hood but boujee, big standards (Ayy) Shittin' on bitches, need big pandas (Ooh) So jealous, it's understandin' (Okay) Who they want, I'm hot to mantle lil' bitch (Yeah) Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, bitch Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, bitch Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
