[ Featuring Linda Martell, Shaboozey ]
Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?
Yes, they are
That Beyoncé Virgo shit
In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand
But in practice, well, some may feel confined
I swear for God is 'bout to hit
Jheeze, oh
Ah, woop-woop
Right (right, right)
Right (right, right), oh
I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang-bang (goddamn)
At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na, da-na
And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na, da-na (right)
They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin (come on)
When they know it's slappin' then here come the yappin'
All of the snitchin' and all of this bitchin'
Just a fishin' expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen
Cookin' up them chickens, extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it
Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty
All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti
No sauce, no sauce, uh, too soft, too soft, uh
They salty, they shootin' like Curry (one, two, three)
One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova
Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' in the backdoor of the kitchen
Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission
Tried turned me to the opposition, I'm appalled 'bout the proposition
Y'all been played by the plagiaristic
Ain't gon' get no clout addiction, my attention
I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for
I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang (come on)
Conceal, up your flame, ain't no game, I'll pierce your heart
I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Beyoncé, Beyoncé, right here)
(Beyoncé, right there, right there, right on the side there)
(Beyoncé, on your right, please, on your right)
(Beyoncé, on your right) come get everythin' you came for
Ay, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)
Howl to the moon
Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot
Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)
We gon' ride for every member that we lose (yeah)
Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who
Play it cool
Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move (move)
Bounty on my head, can't go rich, they on my shooters
No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
