[Intro]
Huh, ayy, look
I'm tired of these hoes runnin' my business back
Don't even know what the fuck they be talkin' about
Man, these hoes always talkin' about they gon' see me and do this and do that
But know they ain't gon' never do shit
They never drop locations, they know I'm with the pull up fast
Huh, ayy, look
I don't need no cosigners out here, but I definitely got a few of them motherfuckers, you heard?
Look, huh, look
Lil Kayla, what's up?
[Verse]
I pull up to the function to the neck (To the neck)
Look, and I dare a bitch to stare
Hop on me, I can't go if I get checked (Uh)
Turn into Water World, leave one of these bitches wet
Ayy, long ass hair, custom bulletproof vest ('Nough said)
I keep my man initials on my neck (On my neck)
And I'm still screamin', "Fuck the opps," with my chest
Fuck all that nice shit, you bitches made me upset, look
And I'm tired of bitches speakin' on my business, damn (On my business)
How the fuck is you a witness?
Don't even be around me, bitch, we don't even kick it
Next time you hear my name, your duck ass need to zip it
They know what's up with me and I ain't duckin' shit, baby
I don't think you bitches want me to get crazy (They don't want it)
We a different breed, baby girl, them trenches made me
Have to beat a nigga baby mama ass for talkin' crazy (For talkin' crazy)
And I'm still it, bitch (Bitch)
And the nigga still mines and you bitches still pissed
Somebody better tell these hoes to get a grip
Ain't no laces on Balenciaga so I can't trip
Sometimes it be too much on my mind, so I sip (So I sip, ayy)
And me a bro just split a brick
Hit for a couple bands, got it all off the bid
Can't nobody tell me shit, fuck your feelings, ho, I'm lit
These bitches always got an opinion about somethin', damn
Go get some motherfuckin' money
Split it down the middle, ain't no motherfuckin' tuckin'
Only thing on my mind is a motherfuckin' hundred
These hoes woe and they lost and they losin'
You always got a problem 'cause your nigga always choosin'
Not interested, baby, I'm sorry for the confusion
It ain't like when you see me, you was gon' do shit
All greens down Third, bitch, I'm cruisin' (Bitch, I'm cruisin')
Bust a right on the Q, see what they doin' (What they doin'?)
Big B's up in traffic, I be movin' (I be movin')
And any bitch who think she on my level must be stupid
Huh, ayy, look
I'm tired of these hoes runnin' my business back
Don't even know what the fuck they be talkin' about
Man, these hoes always talkin' about they gon' see me and do this and do that
But know they ain't gon' never do shit
They never drop locations, they know I'm with the pull up fast
Huh, ayy, look
I don't need no cosigners out here, but I definitely got a few of them motherfuckers, you heard?
Look, huh, look
Lil Kayla, what's up?
[Verse]
I pull up to the function to the neck (To the neck)
Look, and I dare a bitch to stare
Hop on me, I can't go if I get checked (Uh)
Turn into Water World, leave one of these bitches wet
Ayy, long ass hair, custom bulletproof vest ('Nough said)
I keep my man initials on my neck (On my neck)
And I'm still screamin', "Fuck the opps," with my chest
Fuck all that nice shit, you bitches made me upset, look
And I'm tired of bitches speakin' on my business, damn (On my business)
How the fuck is you a witness?
Don't even be around me, bitch, we don't even kick it
Next time you hear my name, your duck ass need to zip it
They know what's up with me and I ain't duckin' shit, baby
I don't think you bitches want me to get crazy (They don't want it)
We a different breed, baby girl, them trenches made me
Have to beat a nigga baby mama ass for talkin' crazy (For talkin' crazy)
And I'm still it, bitch (Bitch)
And the nigga still mines and you bitches still pissed
Somebody better tell these hoes to get a grip
Ain't no laces on Balenciaga so I can't trip
Sometimes it be too much on my mind, so I sip (So I sip, ayy)
And me a bro just split a brick
Hit for a couple bands, got it all off the bid
Can't nobody tell me shit, fuck your feelings, ho, I'm lit
These bitches always got an opinion about somethin', damn
Go get some motherfuckin' money
Split it down the middle, ain't no motherfuckin' tuckin'
Only thing on my mind is a motherfuckin' hundred
These hoes woe and they lost and they losin'
You always got a problem 'cause your nigga always choosin'
Not interested, baby, I'm sorry for the confusion
It ain't like when you see me, you was gon' do shit
All greens down Third, bitch, I'm cruisin' (Bitch, I'm cruisin')
Bust a right on the Q, see what they doin' (What they doin'?)
Big B's up in traffic, I be movin' (I be movin')
And any bitch who think she on my level must be stupid
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