Solar Return
Uh
This one 'gon get me a grammy I bet it
Hoe I'm coming for everything
Watch how Beyonce' and Blue
They 'gon be at the wedding
She 'gon ask can I let her sing
Bitch that's respect
And you bum bitches never could get it
So stop tryna stunt
You gotta beg these bum niggas just for a buck
And bitch I get what I want
(W)
Twenty-twenty in a coupe, though
I can tell you want smoke but you move slow
Leave these bitches in a hole
No loop, though
Drop bombs on these hoes
Like a nuke, though
Better figure out whats the song to your funeral
Better act like you muhfuckin' knew hoe
I got my new hair
New bag
New nigga, yup
And if I want it he say
"Baby girl I got it on tuck"
D&G I'm 'gon fuck him in the back of the truck
Ate my ass out for dinner
He say baby toot it up
I boot it up like YG
I'm the line leader
'Lor bitch get behind me
How you 'gon try the fuckin' H.B.I.C.
'Lil baby got the juice box
Call the bitch Hi-C
Now please, do remind me
Who the fuck seeing Miss Kam?
Nobody
The bitch you rooting for
Big-cap, all-thottie
Big-back, line-back
Can't rap, big-body
Off-beat, no sneak diss
Here the type of bars that make ya nigga come repeat this
Creme Brulee sweet dish
European Colosseum vintage on me bitch
You made your first down
But I fucked up your defense
Turf ain't made for you hoes to stick your cleats in
I'm in the field with it
I ain't never had to creep in
Coming for they necks
Vampire
Sink my teeth in
Ugh!
I could tell I had the heat
When these bitches was quiet
'Lil mama just speak up
'Long as whenever you talking 'bout coming for me
I just hope you can keep up
Come to my city
And you be in trouble real quick
Like your name Cousin Skeeter
You bring your bitches
And I bring my bitches
And then we 'gon play Finders Keepers
Light on Eureka
But I do not switch
TTG from EV I ain't no bitch
Be with the bros and I ride for my sis
I'm the littlest gun
But this bitch got the clip
Lost everything all at once I was sick
Now I run bands up you son of a bitch
I got some quotes you 'gon run with this shit
Ain't even done having fun with this bitch
Like just listen
I came from the gutter
My attitude pissy
That's word to my mother
Was just me and her
My nana and my brother
Ain't open to no one
I'm closed like a shutter
I'm loaded I'm buffered
Big charge
Why the gyal dem on my dick
Big pause
Game cut throat swimming with them sharks
Big Pitbull all bite, no bark
Fucking 'round with me 'gon catch these paws
Word 'round town Miss Kam she hard
Mhm that's facts
Come 'round here and ya 'gon get clapped
Whatever I rap bitch that shit slap
I'm spoiled he say I'm a problem
Got an attitude bitch what about it
Stingy niggas I cannot allow it
Throw a bag and a bitch get to smiling
Twenty-four
Rest in Peace Kobe
I'm on go
These niggas know me
You a hoe
Your rap sheet is phony
I'm the blueprint
Hoes try to clone me
They 'wan be me
They watching my moves and shit
You ain't slick
You can't move how I'm moving bitch
Getting mad like
"How the fuck she do this shit?"
I just do it bitch
Now go figure
Go get you a stack of guap
Bitches mad 'cause they style
And they rapping flopped
Like a patty
Want smoke?
Let the 'addy drop
Shoot my shot
And you 'lor hoes barely block
Knock knock
Bitch I'm coming
Catch up bitch
Or stop running
Take all risks for these hundreds
Told y'all niggas no bluffin'
Bitch
This one 'gon get me a grammy I bet it
Hoe I'm coming for everything
Watch how Beyonce' and Blue
They 'gon be at the wedding
She 'gon ask can I let her sing
Bitch that's respect
And you bum bitches never could get it
So stop tryna stunt
You gotta beg these bum niggas just for a buck
And bitch I get what I want
(W)
Twenty-twenty in a coupe, though
I can tell you want smoke but you move slow
Leave these bitches in a hole
No loop, though
Drop bombs on these hoes
Like a nuke, though
Better figure out whats the song to your funeral
Better act like you muhfuckin' knew hoe
I got my new hair
New bag
New nigga, yup
And if I want it he say
"Baby girl I got it on tuck"
D&G I'm 'gon fuck him in the back of the truck
Ate my ass out for dinner
He say baby toot it up
I boot it up like YG
I'm the line leader
'Lor bitch get behind me
How you 'gon try the fuckin' H.B.I.C.
'Lil baby got the juice box
Call the bitch Hi-C
Now please, do remind me
Who the fuck seeing Miss Kam?
Nobody
The bitch you rooting for
Big-cap, all-thottie
Big-back, line-back
Can't rap, big-body
Off-beat, no sneak diss
Here the type of bars that make ya nigga come repeat this
Creme Brulee sweet dish
European Colosseum vintage on me bitch
You made your first down
But I fucked up your defense
Turf ain't made for you hoes to stick your cleats in
I'm in the field with it
I ain't never had to creep in
Coming for they necks
Vampire
Sink my teeth in
Ugh!
I could tell I had the heat
When these bitches was quiet
'Lil mama just speak up
'Long as whenever you talking 'bout coming for me
I just hope you can keep up
Come to my city
And you be in trouble real quick
Like your name Cousin Skeeter
You bring your bitches
And I bring my bitches
And then we 'gon play Finders Keepers
Light on Eureka
But I do not switch
TTG from EV I ain't no bitch
Be with the bros and I ride for my sis
I'm the littlest gun
But this bitch got the clip
Lost everything all at once I was sick
Now I run bands up you son of a bitch
I got some quotes you 'gon run with this shit
Ain't even done having fun with this bitch
Like just listen
I came from the gutter
My attitude pissy
That's word to my mother
Was just me and her
My nana and my brother
Ain't open to no one
I'm closed like a shutter
I'm loaded I'm buffered
Big charge
Why the gyal dem on my dick
Big pause
Game cut throat swimming with them sharks
Big Pitbull all bite, no bark
Fucking 'round with me 'gon catch these paws
Word 'round town Miss Kam she hard
Mhm that's facts
Come 'round here and ya 'gon get clapped
Whatever I rap bitch that shit slap
I'm spoiled he say I'm a problem
Got an attitude bitch what about it
Stingy niggas I cannot allow it
Throw a bag and a bitch get to smiling
Twenty-four
Rest in Peace Kobe
I'm on go
These niggas know me
You a hoe
Your rap sheet is phony
I'm the blueprint
Hoes try to clone me
They 'wan be me
They watching my moves and shit
You ain't slick
You can't move how I'm moving bitch
Getting mad like
"How the fuck she do this shit?"
I just do it bitch
Now go figure
Go get you a stack of guap
Bitches mad 'cause they style
And they rapping flopped
Like a patty
Want smoke?
Let the 'addy drop
Shoot my shot
And you 'lor hoes barely block
Knock knock
Bitch I'm coming
Catch up bitch
Or stop running
Take all risks for these hundreds
Told y'all niggas no bluffin'
Bitch
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Writer(s): Kamaria Hall
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