Heatin' Up
She want a birkin
She can have it
Always workin
Breaking havoc
Got them big guns
Automatic
Watch your bitch
She being dramatic
So if he try shit he dead
Got a model and she giving me head
I rather be outside making money instead
Paid all my dues aint got no debts
All these bitches think they slick
They be just fiending for some dick
Keep talkin shit since you so legit
Legit shit talking gon get you hit
Still on my hitta shit
Put a bitch boy on my hit list
Cuz he talkin all that fake shit
Imma show him who a real G is
Gonna be a no show
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Watch me pullin up ina Ghost
Ha Ha Ha Ha
You could have had this but no
You wanted to be a hoe
Looks like its your lose
Imma be in a different country puttin on like 50 shows
Yall gonna stay mad
Why i think it was my bad
Aw im sorry that your sad
Your mad that im the man now
When i go shopping ion look at the tags cuz
Your down and im up the one with the bread now
All that money wasted on you
Imma spend that shit on me
Pour a 42 down a model
Imma spin with hella hollows
Just left my bitch felt like i got my groove back
Prolly not gonna fall in love
But baby I think you knew that
She can have it
Always workin
Breaking havoc
Got them big guns
Automatic
Watch your bitch
She being dramatic
So if he try shit he dead
Got a model and she giving me head
I rather be outside making money instead
Paid all my dues aint got no debts
All these bitches think they slick
They be just fiending for some dick
Keep talkin shit since you so legit
Legit shit talking gon get you hit
Still on my hitta shit
Put a bitch boy on my hit list
Cuz he talkin all that fake shit
Imma show him who a real G is
Gonna be a no show
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Watch me pullin up ina Ghost
Ha Ha Ha Ha
You could have had this but no
You wanted to be a hoe
Looks like its your lose
Imma be in a different country puttin on like 50 shows
Yall gonna stay mad
Why i think it was my bad
Aw im sorry that your sad
Your mad that im the man now
When i go shopping ion look at the tags cuz
Your down and im up the one with the bread now
All that money wasted on you
Imma spend that shit on me
Pour a 42 down a model
Imma spin with hella hollows
Just left my bitch felt like i got my groove back
Prolly not gonna fall in love
But baby I think you knew that
Credits
Writer(s): Swayam Rayanker
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