Rb!
Yeah
He want a rockstar bitch
Who don't play about chips
Make weak hoes sick
A real dark bitch who play with her shadow
Don't clique up because these bitches shallow
In her own lane so she earn all her titles
Niggas swim deep in her waves like Tidal
Wait
Wait
Hold up
Run that shit back
Yeah yeah yeah
He say he want to fuck with a rockstar bitch
A real gutter stunner who don't play about chips
Leave niggas out to dry make them throw a hissy fit
Who don't give a fuck because she's trying to get rich
Type of bitch that you really can't tell shit
Type of bitch that you can't touch, can't hit
If you try it'll be up no sorries
You a drag hoe, I'm the life of the party
Yeah
Let's make that very clear
Haven't got touched because they love me forreal
The type of bitch you can't let shit get past
Quick to peep game, if you throw it she going to catch
Old bitch was a lame I made that hoe mad
She a dummy for these niggas they be going out sad
Limited edition, you a bad batch
All these hoes talking about they the baddest, I'm the fucking realest
Dare to be different, you dare to be wack
Bird brained, follow the leader ass bitches
You want a nigga but I want a stack
That's the difference between me and you hoes
If you fuck with me ain't no ever coming back
Spin a different block, the fuck?
Fuck you thought this was, nigga?
Can't have me it's your loss, triggered
She text me you wish this were you but my nigga aint cheat, bitter!
I cut ties with knives, severed
He a hoe he fucked, several
Don't group me with these other bitches they some bums I'm influential
They watch me like I'm TV
They tuned in my name Sony
Don't play get back like your bitch because
She's going to try to fuck your homies
Got once to tell me no
Spoiled brat, what I say goes
If I don't get it when I want it you can kindly hit the door
He say he want to fuck with a rockstar bitch
A real gutter stunner who don't play about chips
Leave niggas out to dry make them throw a hissy fit
Who don't give one fuck because she's trying to get rich
Type of bitch that you really can't tell shit
Type of bitch that you can't touch, can't hit
If you try it'll be up no sorries
You a drag hoe I'm the life of the party
He want a rockstar bitch
Who don't play about chips
Make weak hoes sick
A real dark bitch who play with her shadow
Don't clique up because these bitches shallow
In her own lane so she earn all her titles
Niggas swim deep in her waves like Tidal
Wait
Wait
Hold up
Run that shit back
Yeah yeah yeah
He say he want to fuck with a rockstar bitch
A real gutter stunner who don't play about chips
Leave niggas out to dry make them throw a hissy fit
Who don't give a fuck because she's trying to get rich
Type of bitch that you really can't tell shit
Type of bitch that you can't touch, can't hit
If you try it'll be up no sorries
You a drag hoe, I'm the life of the party
Yeah
Let's make that very clear
Haven't got touched because they love me forreal
The type of bitch you can't let shit get past
Quick to peep game, if you throw it she going to catch
Old bitch was a lame I made that hoe mad
She a dummy for these niggas they be going out sad
Limited edition, you a bad batch
All these hoes talking about they the baddest, I'm the fucking realest
Dare to be different, you dare to be wack
Bird brained, follow the leader ass bitches
You want a nigga but I want a stack
That's the difference between me and you hoes
If you fuck with me ain't no ever coming back
Spin a different block, the fuck?
Fuck you thought this was, nigga?
Can't have me it's your loss, triggered
She text me you wish this were you but my nigga aint cheat, bitter!
I cut ties with knives, severed
He a hoe he fucked, several
Don't group me with these other bitches they some bums I'm influential
They watch me like I'm TV
They tuned in my name Sony
Don't play get back like your bitch because
She's going to try to fuck your homies
Got once to tell me no
Spoiled brat, what I say goes
If I don't get it when I want it you can kindly hit the door
He say he want to fuck with a rockstar bitch
A real gutter stunner who don't play about chips
Leave niggas out to dry make them throw a hissy fit
Who don't give one fuck because she's trying to get rich
Type of bitch that you really can't tell shit
Type of bitch that you can't touch, can't hit
If you try it'll be up no sorries
You a drag hoe I'm the life of the party
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Writer(s): Sally Camara
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