[Chorus: Lil Kayla]
I heard these bitches was lookin' for the old me (For the old me)
That’s yo' nigga? But that ain’t what he told me (What he told me)
He in my phone and he tryna get to know me (Tryna get to know me)
Said meet him at Barney's so he can blow a bag on me (Blow a bag)
Ion fuck with hoes 'cause they phony (They phony)
And Ion beef with bitches that’s below me (Below me)
All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
[Verse 1: Lil Kayla & Su'Lan]
Quack, quack, duck, bitch (Bitch)
If you want smoke, it’s up, bitch (Bitch)
Got a problem, be direct and don’t sub, bitch (Bitch)
Let it all off yo' chest since you tough, bitch (Bitch)
In my city, yeah, they know that I’m that bitch now (I'm that bitch now)
These niggas see me and get hard, boy, put your dick down (Put your dick down)
This nigga all up in my phone, he tryna get down (Tryna get down)
This nigga got a whole wife and kids, he better sit down (Better sit down)
I'm done fucking bitches' husbands, that’s my old bad habit (That's my old bad habit)
But anytime I want the dick, fasho, I can have it (Fasho, I can have it)
Ay, I just got this frontal, nigga, no, you can’t grab it (No, you can't grab it)
Set a perc of Villi, get him in his zone when he stab it
I might drop a couple racks to make my ass bigger
Or I might just get a piece of fuckin' cold make my ass shiver
Ay, I can’t have no ties to a nothing-ass nigga
He know he can’t tell me shit 'cause he know my bag bigger (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I heard these bitches was lookin' for the old me (For the old me)
That’s yo' nigga? But that ain’t what he told me (What he told me)
He in my phone and he tryna get to know me (Tryna get to know me)
Said meet him at Barney's so he can blow a bag on me (Blow a bag)
Ion fuck with hoes 'cause they phony (They phony)
And Ion beef with bitches that’s below me (Below me)
All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
[Verse 1: Lil Kayla & Su'Lan]
Quack, quack, duck, bitch (Bitch)
If you want smoke, it’s up, bitch (Bitch)
Got a problem, be direct and don’t sub, bitch (Bitch)
Let it all off yo' chest since you tough, bitch (Bitch)
In my city, yeah, they know that I’m that bitch now (I'm that bitch now)
These niggas see me and get hard, boy, put your dick down (Put your dick down)
This nigga all up in my phone, he tryna get down (Tryna get down)
This nigga got a whole wife and kids, he better sit down (Better sit down)
I'm done fucking bitches' husbands, that’s my old bad habit (That's my old bad habit)
But anytime I want the dick, fasho, I can have it (Fasho, I can have it)
Ay, I just got this frontal, nigga, no, you can’t grab it (No, you can't grab it)
Set a perc of Villi, get him in his zone when he stab it
I might drop a couple racks to make my ass bigger
Or I might just get a piece of fuckin' cold make my ass shiver
Ay, I can’t have no ties to a nothing-ass nigga
He know he can’t tell me shit 'cause he know my bag bigger (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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