Stimulus 2.0

Yo
Zoey
Noel Niks

Mm

Yo, bitches mad cause I been it
They temporarily pop cause they got they fucking stimulus
Always with a pretty bad bitch, she Dominican
Keep it hot like Starbucks, add some cinnamon
Bitches mad, cause they not the wave
Gotta bring it back for these hoes, hit the replay
They don't get it, they don't understand, let me rephrase
I'm popping' like a Saturday, you a fucking weekday

Wait wait, hold up, but let me recap
I got these bitches bowing down on they fucking kneecaps
N**** said he gone to treat me right, but it's all cap
It's looking like toxic n***** only thing that I attract
Then I bring it back, throw at em' like a quarterback
He mad he got that blue ball, like a democrat
But he kinda showing signs to me like the zodiacs
They wanna be like Zoey bad, so they all copycat

Willy Vanilli, all these bitches is acting silly
I'm the goat, I'm the billy, I'm bout to pop another pilly
Ain't talking bout Meek Milly, but I'm with niggas that be popping' wheelies
Got a pickle, a dilly, the kitty cat he bout to killy

Bitches mad that they not in
They guilty of the hate, so the plea they be copping'
You can call me Ace of Spades cause my body popping'
Always busy making moves, and there ain't no stopping'
Uh, bitches mad cause I'm too swift
I got these bitches tight like a motherfucking face lift
I don't mean to make em' sick with the speed of my drift
Only rock with baddies, so I'm bopping with Noel Niks

I'm the one to be
From the eight oh three
Speaking from the heart, and I don't skip a beat
Ain't about the money, leave it at the beep
Noel a hot boy this like a Missy beat
Everything I touch is incredible
Noel hit harder than an edible
Spot a hater from the top on my pedestal
They be lying in their raps, it's never credible
Sneak ya like a ninja it's cowabunga time
I'm what a n**** wants, and no Amanda Bynes
Every verse like a drug they know every line
Call up Zoey need a one oh one, Pacific time
When I come out, new body with the buns out
You want Noel cause he pretty, bring the funds out
Gave em chance after chance now they run out
Leave that n**** where he at with his thumb out

Uh, bitches mad that I'm pretty
Main topic of the chats, yeah main topic of the chitty
I don't mean to brag, but it's wet as Mississippi
Ain't talking Doja Cat, he make it purr like a kitty
Bitches mad that I'm too clean
Slim thick in my jeans, got him bussing' like seems
Always keep that n**** hard, up like some caffeine
Maybe I was born with it or maybe it's Maybelline

That dress you got on sis, dead like a kilt
He laid up on me heavy, I ain't talking bout a quilt
Ex n**** sad, guess he feeling all his guilt
I like to get fucked up, I ain't stopping until I tilt