作曲 : Raykeea Wilson/Sam Gumbley/Meleni Smith
作词 : Raykeea Wilson/Sam Gumbley/Meleni Smith
Step out the crib lots of bitches
Dusty ass bitches be right out in my shit
You fucking consumers can die on clit
I'm winning on bitches who dying to quit.
I'm winning on bitches, I'm eating these switches
I'm hunting these hoes so they slitting their wrist
So they slitting they wrists with the hands on the Bible
Yelling out, 'Angel I'm so suicidal!'
I'm not here fucking with hoes
But I got these bitches on smash
You see they think I'm not in control
Until I put my foot in their ass.
And I'm running right through on my gun and I'm killing,
I'm serving these hoes like a fucking religion
You bitches is over, I'm fucking pretending
You niggas is bitches, I'm done and you finished
Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
My bitches out here on that old school, old school
They're running digits, what they told to
Hook:
Oh, oh the situation is below me
I'm your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!
I'm switch it up bitches complaining with the old me
They catch up, they catch up, cause you don't owe me!
Bitches, you want me
Cause you know, you know, you know
You're always shadow chasing
That's when we know, we know
I wonder why you're waiting here,
Cause you know, you know
You're always shadow chasing
Bitches, you want me!
Bitches, you want me!
Uh, uh, never gave a fuck about a nigga
Grew up n my city just surrounded by my bitches
All about me, myself and me, no lie
Money over every fucking thing for life
Y'all bitches don't make no sense, no
Y'all niggas don't make no sense
I'm trying to put hoes on a mother fucking main road
But just stay on that old shit
And say, say, praise God!
Bitches keep your day job!
I hit em with the tats and I break the bitches necks
And no I won't, I can't stop
And I'mma keep going
Now don't be waiting til the brain stop
And bitch I fit like I'm prepping the heat
Waving all of y'all shit just ain't so
Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
My bitches out here on that old school, old school
They're running digits, what they told to
Hook:
Oh, oh the situation is below me
I'm your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!
I'm switch it up bitches complaining with the old me
They catch up, they catch up, cause you don't owe me!
Bitches, you want me
Cause you know, you know, you know
You're always shadow chasing
That's when we know, we know
I wonder why you're waiting here,
Cause you know, you know
You're always shadow chasing
Bitches, you want me!
Bitches, you want me!
Bitch you out here running on my ends only
Bitches is playing over you bitches
The same fuck what you saying,
The shit that I spit is insane, our glow has got this on frame
All of you bitches get hit by them niggas
Who hit on yo bitches and called it a train
Bros can't remember yo name
What the fuck is you saying, bitch?
All you bitches be like HML's
Be hoes with no infidels
Run this shit like the bass is runner
Plus I'm eating bitches up like bucks for dinner
And I'm eating bitches up like so cool
Then I'm fitting bitches up like oh cool
Man I hit them bitches up with the mac ten
Cause they know I got them pro tools, bitch!
Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
My bitches out here on that old school, old school
They're running digits, what they told to