[ Featuring Bibi Bourelly ]
This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro
(See, I tried to be nice to you motherf*ckers)
(But you see, like, these motherf*ckers don't know how to act)
(I gotta act crazy on your ass now)
(I was tryna be peace-peace with your bitch ass)
Yeah
You was out here really doing you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doing me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*cking pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Hurt dogs holla, all the fed-up bitches bark, woof
And niggas got the nerve to play confused, woof
I got a attitude all you had to do was tell the truth
Talkin' sex with your old pussy like she Dr. Ruth
'Bout to blow my roof the lyrical juice
This the diary of a mad bitch
Fed up with a dude, nigga, f*ck you (f*ck you)
Save that for your other-
You don't want to become my enemy
Talking to my maker
God, please protect my energy
Yeah, I'm a bitch about bitches who drop your riches for listens
Morticians how you been baggin' bodies
Ambitions of cheatin' niggas
Tuition for intuition
You playing games with my feelings
Too grown singing, "I don't need nobody" like Muni Long, yeah
You was out here really doing you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doing me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*cking pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gon' make the quiet bitch turn up like the crazy one
Step out turnin' heads on you niggas, just like you Conway
When a real one talking, bitch, shut the f*ck up, you don't know me
And I'm tired of lyin' niggas, save that crying shit for Taraji
I'm too raw for Jodys and young niggas who only text with emojis
Big egos, you make it way too easy for RICO
How you had the blueprint and the sequel and still f*ck up?
Middle finger to the feds using our lyrics that's some bitch shit
On my Shyne shit, like the president how I pull up
Righteous, peace peace, but don't make the beast pull up
My brother cousins, all of 'em crazy, don't make 'em pull up
Don't put me in a grave situation, this ain't the Thriller
And I'm still pissed off at Nip's killer, bitch
And any other brother that kill another brother that's bitch
When it comes to the music industry, bitch, I'm fed up
Y'all lazy with this shit, everything look cookie cutter
We seen enough ass, that shit ain't special no more
It's like breathin' and takin' a bath, it's some everyday shit
Too many of y'all ain't gave y'all respect to Lil' Kim
'Cause if we really talkin' she the Queen Bitch of this shit
Yeah
You was out here really doing you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doing me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*cking pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro
Come on, what's up?
This is what you wanted, huh?
Yeah, okay
What's up?
