Tally Story
I had to get it out the mud
That shit won't easy
Since I was a little girl
You niggas was sleazy
Only wanna fuck
And get in my pants
Targeted cause I'm black
They said I was fast
And only good for one thing
And that's shaking my ass
They just hate to see us win
Can't be put in a box
They so mad cause I'm smart
Got this life shit on lock
I went to school four years
And got my degree
The first one in my fam
To see a fucking degree
Now I'm running up the rap game
And they can't stop me
I worked a 9 to 5
Shit felt like a slave
Knew I had to hustle
I won't gon' be saved
Never fucked a nigga
Just to put me on
This is talent bitch
I did this shit alone
Hoes is mad
Cause' I got the cheat code
I'm a real ass bitch
I can't never ever fold
Had to get to the money
To make my family straight
Bitches ride dick
They wanna eat off my plate
I walk in a room
And all you hoes just stare
I know you hoes just mad
Cause ya'll shaped like some pears
Now I'm stunting on bitches
And stacking this bread
I went from nothing to something
I'm on ya'll motherfucking head
Now I'm stunting on bitches
And stacking this bread
I went from rags to riches
I'm on ya'll motherfucking head
Where I'm from
Niggas don't know you
Till you win
Then you win
And bitch ass niggas
Wanna be your friend
Swear they know you
Telling lies on your fucking name
Everybody knows Tally
Naw ya'll bitches lame
But that's what come
With the fame
I knew this day would come
I'm at the top now
Looking down on you scum
Pussy ass bitches
Sneak dissing for clout
All the Gram
Just running their mouth
Better shut the fuck up
Before I feed you my cock
I gotta keep a glock
In my bag hoe
You a bird hoe
Go ahead and flock
With the other ugly hoes
That I don't know
Cause I'm a bad ass bitch
And I stay ten toes
I keep a bunch of pretty bitches
And they all on go
I'm Tally Bandz bitch
And I'm killing shit
Go ahead and step bitch
You gon' get hit
You hoes disgust me
And you bitches is musty
Hawk a loogie at you hoe
And you man's is crusty
You hoes can't touch me
Ain't no bitches like me
Sound like me
Or dress like me
I'ma pull up in a foreign
Have you man hop in
When I step up on the scene
You know I'm popping
My neck and wrist gon' blind you hoes
I'm dripping Givency
Beyoncé Knowles
Had to get it out the mud
I'm gon' win
Said I'm gon' win
Had to get it out the mud
I'm gon win
Bitch
That shit won't easy
Since I was a little girl
You niggas was sleazy
Only wanna fuck
And get in my pants
Targeted cause I'm black
They said I was fast
And only good for one thing
And that's shaking my ass
They just hate to see us win
Can't be put in a box
They so mad cause I'm smart
Got this life shit on lock
I went to school four years
And got my degree
The first one in my fam
To see a fucking degree
Now I'm running up the rap game
And they can't stop me
I worked a 9 to 5
Shit felt like a slave
Knew I had to hustle
I won't gon' be saved
Never fucked a nigga
Just to put me on
This is talent bitch
I did this shit alone
Hoes is mad
Cause' I got the cheat code
I'm a real ass bitch
I can't never ever fold
Had to get to the money
To make my family straight
Bitches ride dick
They wanna eat off my plate
I walk in a room
And all you hoes just stare
I know you hoes just mad
Cause ya'll shaped like some pears
Now I'm stunting on bitches
And stacking this bread
I went from nothing to something
I'm on ya'll motherfucking head
Now I'm stunting on bitches
And stacking this bread
I went from rags to riches
I'm on ya'll motherfucking head
Where I'm from
Niggas don't know you
Till you win
Then you win
And bitch ass niggas
Wanna be your friend
Swear they know you
Telling lies on your fucking name
Everybody knows Tally
Naw ya'll bitches lame
But that's what come
With the fame
I knew this day would come
I'm at the top now
Looking down on you scum
Pussy ass bitches
Sneak dissing for clout
All the Gram
Just running their mouth
Better shut the fuck up
Before I feed you my cock
I gotta keep a glock
In my bag hoe
You a bird hoe
Go ahead and flock
With the other ugly hoes
That I don't know
Cause I'm a bad ass bitch
And I stay ten toes
I keep a bunch of pretty bitches
And they all on go
I'm Tally Bandz bitch
And I'm killing shit
Go ahead and step bitch
You gon' get hit
You hoes disgust me
And you bitches is musty
Hawk a loogie at you hoe
And you man's is crusty
You hoes can't touch me
Ain't no bitches like me
Sound like me
Or dress like me
I'ma pull up in a foreign
Have you man hop in
When I step up on the scene
You know I'm popping
My neck and wrist gon' blind you hoes
I'm dripping Givency
Beyoncé Knowles
Had to get it out the mud
I'm gon' win
Said I'm gon' win
Had to get it out the mud
I'm gon win
Bitch
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Writer(s): Talisha Williams
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