Bop

(Is it?)
(Is it ready for me?)

Santa baby
Put me on the naughty list
When them n*ggas get distracted
The present is what they miss

The present is what they miss
Santa, baby
Santa, baby
Put me on the naughty list

It's a holiday before the holidays
Get to saucing on these n*ggas
Tell em pass the hollendaise
I ain't walking with these n*ggas
Leave 'em choking when I skate
I'll go toe to toe with any m*thaf*cka
That you bring

Beat boxing on p*ssies
I'm deep flossing
Stench on that b*tch is rotten
Icing b*tches like they temp was dropping
Ain't got shit in common, lil b*tch
Know you see the difference

Smarten up
I ain't attracted to ya ignorance

Call a n*ggas bluff, if you had a clip
You would empty it
Never making up with them b*tches
This ain't no Fenty kit

I'm mature when I carry
This ain't no kiddy sh*t
And consent is required
I ain't on Diddy sh*t
Every time I'm in public
I'm with a pretty b*tch
Every time I talk he write a check
I got a witty pitch
Gottem moaning and groaning
Like when them titties licked
Hit it from the back
I got that mac
You know that
Sticky sh*t

Yea b*tch I eat it up
Know them b*tches wannabes
Couldn't channel me enough
Said I'm fragile on the real
Don't you handle me too rough
Soft skin
So you know a b*tch sensitive to the touch

Let him slap it when he in it
I really just like it rough
Get to tappin' when he diggin
I knew the sh*t was too much
Said his ego match his
And I'm leaning into the lust
I'm the one that bully niggas
And send 'em home with a crutch

Yea b*tch I bodied that
We don't have you in rotation
They said it was prolly wack
Lock em n*ggas in the basement
And tell 'em to write a rap
Why you n*ggas so complacent with
Riding on b*tches backs?

N*ggas wack
And I see it with four eyes
You h*es so tired
Honey, bring me some more flies
You h*es so dry
I could do it one more time
Can you afford my time?
Pop a pill and I'm so high
You b*tches sideline

I don't know how to stop it
I push a pen 'til they leaking
Push until them bodies dropping
I push a pen 'til they reading all the sh*t
That I been talking
I push a pen 'til they grieving
All that sh*t that you was talking
Let me dead it
Deliver every message and
I know them n*ggas read it
Go against a great and I promise
You gone regret it
Yea b*tch I said a great
Imma push it until they reckon
Sticking n*ggas up like
I gave that boy an erection

I'm the type of b*tch they pick first
I'm the type of b*tch that'll send em home
In a hearse
I'm the type of b*tch that'll drag 'em
Until it hurts
I'm the type of m*thaf*cka to give a n*gga
The works

It don't matter what they choose
Imma give em n*ggas the worst!
Real b*tches feel it too
I ain't the only one they irk
Like when you put up a fight but I'm hitting 'em Where it hurt

(yea)

I'm hitting 'em where it hurt