OuzzatheBrat - Indictment Lyrics

The Brat muah ha ha
He keep calling my jack talk how I talk and he like how I act
Want me to walk first and look at my ahhhh

He wanna ride with the female gangster
I'm that bitch with the paper
She feeling salty the niggas gon' shake her
Making shit shake like niggas gon' wake her
She like "bigger than who"
Little body talking I'm bigger than you
Her man calling me betty and I ain't his boo
But I only be licking when he buying me food
Ha ha ha clocking that T
Talk out your mouth than we clocking those teeth
Skurt off the scene cause they clocking my feet
Know I'm somewhere where I'm not supposed to be
Shhh white French on that tip so he take the sock off
Best he ever had he wanna break the box off
Another round after that he wanna call a knockoff
Bad bitch on her knees make a nigga blast off
Baddest to be heard he a eater than pass him to me
Know that these thighs is a meal make em' eat
Know what I mean he wanna eat it on screen
Crip nigga fell in love with a sleeze
Bad bitch he put his heart on his sleeve
All of these bitties he dubbing but me
But I know a nigga lie right straight through his teeth
Muah bling on my lip
Give him kiss on the lip
Give him the blues and he know I ain't crip
And he love where he at no car but he whipped
I ain't Owen no bitch and that's word to my ricks Tuh
This the wrong bitch
He said I'm cold but he feelin' the heat
He did me dirty he think it's just sweet

Hold on breaking it down tick-tock
I'm the talk of the town he wanna lip lock
He feeling my smile wanna pick pock to my heart
It ain't making a sound
Baddie got in touch with a stu
Like a nigga first touchin' a stack
Block boy gon' ask what I do
Know I be f*ckin' it up in the Stu
And this fatty I'm a
And this fatty I'm a movin' like jello
Ain't no ex-nigga tellin' me hello
Ain't no ex-nigga
And my new nigga tryna stay mellow
And my girl wanna f*ck on his fellow
Wanna f*ck on this
And this fatty I'mma move it ' like jello
Ain't no ex-nigga tellin' me hello
Ain't no ex-nigga
And my new nigga tryna stay mellow
My girl wanna f*ck on his fellow

If I wanna pop she better lay low
Block boy from the corner used to f*ck with the locs
Itty bitty gun man that shit ain't for show
But his lick ain't popping he got two or three hoes
With the baddest on his hip but he'd rather get em fold
But the baddest on his hip but he'd rather get em fold
Huh?
And I ain't trippin' off no eater
Cause I know another bitch gon' feed ya
Imagine how another nigga gon' treat me
When I ride him call it Fiji
Mr. Come eat up the box
Had me bumpin' in my socks
I ain't even be wildin' I ain't no swallower
Hand me the mic I promise I'm a body her
He wanna whoa
He said I'm cold ice
He wanna
Just leave him on froze
And he don't put me on hold ex nigga on froze
He said I get him hot like no chaser
And go turn around
And go chase her
She a cruiser
Don't snooze her
Bad bitch you a loser
Mm-muah
What I said
Breakin' it down
Tick-tock im the talk of the town