HUH Whaaat
Huh Yeah Laugh
Dumb B*tch
Quit calling my phone
Quit calling my phone huh what
What Yeah that how I gotta do you though
This sh*t slap this sh*t mainey Huh Yeeeeahh
I'm a fool no I don't got no chill b*tch
Playing games with the op a get ya killed quick
Know you been around the block cause n*ggas hear shit
My brotha said you was a thot but he still hit
Confided in some b*tches then they crossed me
Thought you had me in your corners well you lost me
But I be really in hood who want the cross street
You must been starving a lil bit you biting off me
But watch the change up my n*gga gamed up
You gotta pay just to F*ckin bring my name up
Confuse your anger when you really feel ashamed love
You out hear cutting on yourself for some fame huh
You ain't about it b*tch you counting counterfits
I'm from the rowdy RICH where you can get it b*tch
I don't give a f*ck b*tch you outta luck
Is you running up or you just acting tough
Huuuuh whaaat What
You don't know me
Speak up lil bit
Speak up lil b*tch
Huuuuh whaaat
I can't hear you this shit slap
I can't hear you
I tried to tell you doe no no
I tried to tell you I'm an a**hole I tried to tell you I'm an a**hole
You in your feelings or yo bag hoe what the f*ck you really Mad fo
Don't get it twisted these hands for anybody
I aint with the kids games you hide and then you find me
I been going through some thangs the pain done kicked in
I'm just tryna figure out how my name den slipped in
You b*tches Sick keep talking shyt I bet you gone regret it
Confronted you without a crew and now you never said it
I can show the screenshots but then you say you never read it
So for speaking on my daughter b*tch I hope you gone be ready
Do not take things lightly every situation heavy
B*tch I got the sauce on your noodle like spaghetti
If the shoe fit well I guess you Cinderella
I aint worried bout the rain B*tch I keep me an umbrella
Everything you talk about b*tch I Really do
Told you I'm a fighter got some brothas that a shoot
I'm from Richmond California swear my niggas out Here loose
If they come across the bridge b*tch that fucking toll on you
Huuuuh whaaat What
You don't know me
Speak up lil bit
Speak up lil b*tch
Huuuuh whaaat
I can't hear you this shit slap
I can't hear you
What Aye
Shout out to Marky Doo for the beat Done Deal Digital I got these bitches pressed upset hoe
Dumb B*tch
Quit calling my phone
Quit calling my phone huh what
What Yeah that how I gotta do you though
This sh*t slap this sh*t mainey Huh Yeeeeahh
I'm a fool no I don't got no chill b*tch
Playing games with the op a get ya killed quick
Know you been around the block cause n*ggas hear shit
My brotha said you was a thot but he still hit
Confided in some b*tches then they crossed me
Thought you had me in your corners well you lost me
But I be really in hood who want the cross street
You must been starving a lil bit you biting off me
But watch the change up my n*gga gamed up
You gotta pay just to F*ckin bring my name up
Confuse your anger when you really feel ashamed love
You out hear cutting on yourself for some fame huh
You ain't about it b*tch you counting counterfits
I'm from the rowdy RICH where you can get it b*tch
I don't give a f*ck b*tch you outta luck
Is you running up or you just acting tough
Huuuuh whaaat What
You don't know me
Speak up lil bit
Speak up lil b*tch
Huuuuh whaaat
I can't hear you this shit slap
I can't hear you
I tried to tell you doe no no
I tried to tell you I'm an a**hole I tried to tell you I'm an a**hole
You in your feelings or yo bag hoe what the f*ck you really Mad fo
Don't get it twisted these hands for anybody
I aint with the kids games you hide and then you find me
I been going through some thangs the pain done kicked in
I'm just tryna figure out how my name den slipped in
You b*tches Sick keep talking shyt I bet you gone regret it
Confronted you without a crew and now you never said it
I can show the screenshots but then you say you never read it
So for speaking on my daughter b*tch I hope you gone be ready
Do not take things lightly every situation heavy
B*tch I got the sauce on your noodle like spaghetti
If the shoe fit well I guess you Cinderella
I aint worried bout the rain B*tch I keep me an umbrella
Everything you talk about b*tch I Really do
Told you I'm a fighter got some brothas that a shoot
I'm from Richmond California swear my niggas out Here loose
If they come across the bridge b*tch that fucking toll on you
Huuuuh whaaat What
You don't know me
Speak up lil bit
Speak up lil b*tch
Huuuuh whaaat
I can't hear you this shit slap
I can't hear you
What Aye
Shout out to Marky Doo for the beat Done Deal Digital I got these bitches pressed upset hoe
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Writer(s): Edward Smith
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