Nasty
Let me cut the heat up
Please don't make me roll my sleeves up
Running shit even with my feet up
They be trying but they can't keep up
Bitch move like ya lease up
Bitches diss cause they can't see us
Bitch I'm hard and you know this
My flow ice it's the coldest
All these rappers wanna be like me
I got bars I'm the key
Bitch you guilty fuck a plea
Bitch I'm Duh E.A.D.
Bitch you suck eat a D
I'm ya dad Dad
Bitches stuck tank on E
Bitches stank spray febreeze
Bitch I can't not on me
You want beef I want cheese
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
Don't do beef unless I'm eating
So don't type unless we meeting
You so bold when you be tweeting
But you shook every time you see me
So you know not to say my name
All them shots you throw is lame
Bitches so dry ain't go no sauce
I want smoke like friday off
Tell these bitches get they weight up
Don't do beer because I'm greater
I can't tell you how I move
When you see me Just solute
Hating bitches get the boot
They can't touch me in da booth
They'll never get in front of me
Keep real bitches in my company
All my bitches bring that noise
Don't ask me just ask yo boy
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
Please don't make me roll my sleeves up
Running shit even with my feet up
They be trying but they can't keep up
Bitch move like ya lease up
Bitches diss cause they can't see us
Bitch I'm hard and you know this
My flow ice it's the coldest
All these rappers wanna be like me
I got bars I'm the key
Bitch you guilty fuck a plea
Bitch I'm Duh E.A.D.
Bitch you suck eat a D
I'm ya dad Dad
Bitches stuck tank on E
Bitches stank spray febreeze
Bitch I can't not on me
You want beef I want cheese
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
Don't do beef unless I'm eating
So don't type unless we meeting
You so bold when you be tweeting
But you shook every time you see me
So you know not to say my name
All them shots you throw is lame
Bitches so dry ain't go no sauce
I want smoke like friday off
Tell these bitches get they weight up
Don't do beer because I'm greater
I can't tell you how I move
When you see me Just solute
Hating bitches get the boot
They can't touch me in da booth
They'll never get in front of me
Keep real bitches in my company
All my bitches bring that noise
Don't ask me just ask yo boy
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
I'm so nasty with it
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Writer(s): Nhquaris Little
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