Lyrics:
Aye yo
This week Rarri
Next week Lambo
Bitch I’m fly
I don’t land tho
This they funeral
Start the service
Say my name
Make em nervous
Uhh
These bitches is salty I give them pressure
Uhh
These bitches is salty pass me the peppa
Uhh
These bitches be jackin me like the rippa
Uhh
I am a hustla I could sell water to flippa
Uhh
I know they t-baggin bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum bitches is messy
Let’s see
After all of that surgery you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This shit ain’t new to me shit is just new to y’all
I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final Coup de Grace
Look up! We shootin stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums when I see them they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin I’m like please show up
When you talk to me please don’t bring a cheap hoe up
You keep talking bout a bitch for the streets grow up
Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak hoe up
Uhhhhhhhh

I'm bout to make you regret you chose me as a enemy bitch
Southside Jamaica we mobbin them bricks so pull up wit da blicks
Some of the best shooters out of New York they don’t play wit da Knicks
That ain't Fivio Foreign, that’s Barbie new foreign bitch
These nah dat ain't Reebok, we back on that ewok
Percocets gotta detox firearms gone get restocked
Shooters hitting that G-spot
Bitches imitate
Please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop
First he gotta give me top
Louie bag oh that Louie bag more colorful than a peacock
Weak niggas gotta get the boot gotta get the boot with no treetop
He was like “Who dat? She bad” I was like “Oh dats bestie”
I could be all the way covered it’s still givin sexy
I know they sleeping on me bitches got epilepsy
I don’t do coke little bitch I don’t even do Pepsi
Let’s see
How you don’t like me but tryna do everything like me?
That is what gets me!

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums when I see them they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin I’m like please show up
When you talk to me please don’t bring a cheap hoe up
You keep talking bout a bitch for the streets grow up
Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak hoe up
Uhhhhhhhh

Go on a Drill and I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you
That nigga gone kill you as soon as I look at you
I never say what I wouldn’t do
Open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
I’m with a baddie she love the aggression
I’m with a demon he wanna get reckless
I’m showing em growth and I’m teaching em lessons
I watch how I’m moving cause I’m the investment
Fucc her all night and I go and get breakfast
I don’t do paperwork or confessions
I don’t do internet shows or texting
Shoot up the party that’s sending a message
Them niggas started us
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck
Ain’t no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me and she Barbied up
If we see em we shooting the party up
We ain’t squashing so don’t try to sorry us
I got rich friends and they b Rarri’d up
If they want to they shooting the Garvey Up
Fivi spazzing, 2 shows backend
Fendi Fashion, Fendi Fashion
I put yah brains onna napkin, I tell my demons to wack em
My nigga died then that nigga died
I don’t even know how it happen

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up
Bitches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
Bums when I see them they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin I’m like please show up
When they come to Queens seas all the fees go up
I said we out, you can't breeze with us
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze it's us