Billy & Mandy

Pretty little thicky
Little dusty bitches mad
Don't nobody want your nigga
Bitch I'm busy in my bag

Pretty little thicky, hella confident
It boost my juice to know I make these hating bitches sick
Meanwhile, you dingy ass bitches be the opposite
Subtweeting, throwing shots, in person you ain't popping shit
When they see me out, avert their gaze, bitch won't look my way
In them chats like "Mocha count yo days! I bet not see her face!"
These little bitches Lilly livered, they ain't on shit
Might hit one of these bitches in their throat like a bong rip
Took a break, back on go bitch
Ain't never been more focused
I'm on it
Pass the torch, I'm a fork it
Bad bitch, big dreams, I want more shit
But I still think it's important
Don't compromise my integrity trying to appeal to them serpents
Yo If I rap it, I wrote it
If you're a hating ass bitch stay the fuck away
Fake love, fake thugs, keep that shit up out my space
These days too much copy paste
I'm that bitch, I can't relate
To you shaky bitches, first they hate and then they imitate
I, make these hoes uncomfortable when I walk by
Make these niggas nervous, they can't look me in the eye
Pretty smooth skin, double ds, thick thighs
Jealous hoes mad and it's pretty clear why

Ha
And I can't blame them
Bitch I'm not captain save a nigga, it ain't no caping
That boy is not a wild animal, why would I tame him
Treat him like illegitimate children, why would I claim him
Ha
I'm so scandy
You bitches manly
That's why you dog faced hoes can't stand me
Taste like candy
Chocolate like Brandi
Your future's grim, it's giving billy and Mandy
Don't make me tell you two times if I told you once
Eating rap bitches like a cheat lunch
Been doing colors tenth grade bitch, keep up
Big Bs, if I'm near it smell like straight skunk
Thank the high and holy every day I wake up
Depression had me down bad, ain't wanna wake up
Now it's a new day, gotta go and get this cake up
I guess we're all fighting demons, had to face them

Thick ass bitch with a whole lot of confidence
You little bummy ass hoes got the opposite
You little ran down niggas ain't stopping shit
Living in a fantasy, you niggas ain't real men to me

If I ain't the best, you bet your ass that I plan to be
Counting all my blessings, then I sit rethink my strategy
All my Ls' a lesson, thinking this the way it had to be
I try to stay zen, if I hit ten, then it's up
I might count to ten, breath deep within
Roll a yuh
I don't fuck with light, yo pour that brown up in my cup
I'm not Taylor gang but I was dipping in my chucks
I come from real bosses all I know is run it up