Yeah, uh
Brr
(yeah), hah, hah
(grr)
Ayy
(yeah), uh
BIA, BIA
(BIA, BIA)
Soon as you see me I up it, I′m gone
I'm really livin′ the shit in my song
Glock in my bag and it don't got a safety
I make the money, I don't let it make me
Shout out Diana, she raised me
I′m with my member, he rockin′ a paisley
That's word to Moula, can′t phase me
I rather cheat before he drive me crazy
I'm that bitch
I′m into guns if they come with a switch
I got a type if he makin' me rich
And these bitches be watchin′ my page like a twitch
Into one ear and go straight out the mata
I like my niggas the color of Malta
He smokin' gas and he speakin' in Patois
I′m tryna put all my opps on a alter
And we smokin′ ya hot like a grabba
(grabba)
I'm a top bitch, I′m a alpha
(alpha)
I'm addicted to money and power, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we smokin′ ya hot like a grabba
I'm a top bitch, I′m a alpha
I'm addicted to money and power, uh
(brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She's a bitch
(yeah)
The way I left that shit on read, he don′t exist
(yeah)
The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain′t seen them since
(yeah)
The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits
I′m that, I'm that bitch
(yeah)
The way I left that shit on read, he don′t exist
(yeah)
The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since
(uh, yeah)
The way I put that shit on, I be throwin′ fits
I'm that bitch
(uh)
Change my number, so you couldn't reach me
I′m the truth without gettin′ too preachy
Fuck do I look like lettin' him treash me?
(Uh)
I′m the type to go get my respect
Probably gon' die with my foot on they neck
Iron it out ′cause I know when they pressed
Sendin' him home ′cause he know he a guest, like
I'm a real bitch so I do what I wanna
(do what I wanna)
This nigga toxic, he need him a sauna
(yeah)
I could tell you was a ho from your aura
I limit my drama, I'm havin′ good karma
Buy me a house, boy, if you wanna be with me
You used to women that′s fuckin' too easily
I used to get to my money illegally
None of my haters is sleepin′ this peacefully
Huh
She's a bitch
(yeah)
The way I left that shit on read, he don′t exist
(yeah)
The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since
(yeah)
The way I put that shit on, I be throwin′ fits
I'm that, I'm that bitch
(yeah)
The way I left that shit on read, he don′t exist
(yeah)
The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain′t seen them since
(uh, yeah)
The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits
I′m that bitch
(uh)
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Melissa Elliott, Bianca Landrau, Enoch Harris, Jordan Alexander Gomez, Edgar Ferrera
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