[Intro]
GloRilla, hu!
Gang gang
Got six rings across my fingers like I'm Tom Brady
Hu! Hey!
[Verse 1]
Put me on a bib, I'm bout' to eat these bitches up
Tell them hoes go do what we did, since these bitches think they us
I get yo ass a chance, but I ain't giving out no fucks
And you should go check on your friend, I took her man she need a hug
Yeah, and this coupe so tinted, I can't even see the road
Right now I'm having so much motion, I can't even see my hoes
Lame niggas bring you down, real niggas help you grow
And I be walking on these beats like I don't even need a flow, bitch
That's how wе pop out
In the club with bands and drums, try some we gon' rock out
You bitchеs, time is up I run this shift y'all gotta clock out
Them hoes done got too quiet, I'm bout' to give them some to talk bout'
Watch this (Woo), I'm shining on them people (Ice)
I'm top three, take away two, and tell me what that equal (The one)
I know a lotta hoes don't like me, I don't like them either (Fuck)
But they respect me when they see me, I feel like Aretha (R.I.P.)
I'm constantly birthing bitches, but I ain't keep no baby (Huh, huh)
Got six rings across my fingers, I feel like Tom Brady
I really am the girl (I'm her), ain't shit about me basic (Bitch)
And your BM know wassup that hoe, ain't really crazy (She lame as hell)
Poppin shit, didn't even mean to bust they bubble
Got three twenty pointers around my neck, this shit a triple-double
They hating, shit ain't working, might as well go and find another hustle
I like my niggas older, damn near old enough to be my uncle (Shot out [?])
GloRilla, hu!
Gang gang
Got six rings across my fingers like I'm Tom Brady
Hu! Hey!
[Verse 1]
Put me on a bib, I'm bout' to eat these bitches up
Tell them hoes go do what we did, since these bitches think they us
I get yo ass a chance, but I ain't giving out no fucks
And you should go check on your friend, I took her man she need a hug
Yeah, and this coupe so tinted, I can't even see the road
Right now I'm having so much motion, I can't even see my hoes
Lame niggas bring you down, real niggas help you grow
And I be walking on these beats like I don't even need a flow, bitch
That's how wе pop out
In the club with bands and drums, try some we gon' rock out
You bitchеs, time is up I run this shift y'all gotta clock out
Them hoes done got too quiet, I'm bout' to give them some to talk bout'
Watch this (Woo), I'm shining on them people (Ice)
I'm top three, take away two, and tell me what that equal (The one)
I know a lotta hoes don't like me, I don't like them either (Fuck)
But they respect me when they see me, I feel like Aretha (R.I.P.)
I'm constantly birthing bitches, but I ain't keep no baby (Huh, huh)
Got six rings across my fingers, I feel like Tom Brady
I really am the girl (I'm her), ain't shit about me basic (Bitch)
And your BM know wassup that hoe, ain't really crazy (She lame as hell)
Poppin shit, didn't even mean to bust they bubble
Got three twenty pointers around my neck, this shit a triple-double
They hating, shit ain't working, might as well go and find another hustle
I like my niggas older, damn near old enough to be my uncle (Shot out [?])
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