Bourbon

Goddamn
Y'all hoes watch e'rything l do
Old creep-ass, freak-ass peepin' Tom-ass, b-
(B-B-Bankroll got it) ayy, hmm

I ain't got beef with nobody 'bout sh- ('bout sh-)
We all know who the it b- is (hmm)
Y'all keep arguin' 'bout edited pics (edited pics)
Ask my accountant, he'll tell you it's lit (mwah)
B- goin' live from that dirty-ass crib (ew)
Think you my opp, but it's all in your head (it's all in yo' head)
Outdoing any b- coming for Meg (yeah)
I sell out arenas, the f- is you sayin'? (Yeah, ah)

They give him a cookie for coming for me
But won't give them a stream, won't invest in the team
Mission accomplished, you got your lil' comments
But all of that hating ain't buy you a thing (buy you a thing)
All of this love bought me a chain (yeah)
M for a show, and I bought me a ring (baow)
B- buy a-, and ain't fixing the face (yeah, yeah)
If you coming for me, better pick up your pace, hmm

Hot Girl Productions, head of the label
Nothing but hits coming out of the stable (yeah)
Shout out to God 'cause he set up the table
Own everything, everybody ain't able
Clearly we know who been taking the payments
We see who name bring the clicks and engagement (hmm)
We know the people in blogs with arrangements (hmm)
I know the ones that ain't 'bout what they claiming (ah)

Man, f- these b-, f- these n-, f- they feelings (f- they feelings)
Way too much dick eating on Twitter
A rap n- d-, a punk a- n- dinner (yeah, yeah)
N- ain't making these labels no money (Hmm)
E'rything they make, going straight to the dealer
I wear rocks, b-, I feel like Jigga
A real bombshell gettin' turnt in the villa, ah (yeah, yeah)

Smoother than Jergens, clean like detergent
B-, I ain't f-, I'm workin' (I'm workin', hmm)
If these n- wasn't tellin' my business, damn near thought I was perfect, hmm
He text me say, "911," he need this pussy urgent
These b- ain't built like me, they tryna find a surgeon, hmm (ah)

B-, these n- love this a-, I ain't finna stop twerkin', hmm (yeah)
B-, I'm so in love with this money, I ain't never finna stop workin', hmm
I've been ballin' for so long, I think I'm Kyrie Irving
I'm a tall drink of water, p- like a shot of bourbon (ah)

Hmm, you know
I'm sick of you motherf- actin' like I don't be rapping my a- off, hmm
I know a booth hate to see one of you non-rappin' a- b- coming, hahaha

I slang more chicken heads than Roscoes (Roscoes)
More blue in my thread than an iPhone, hmm
These h- fake hard like a strap on (hmm)
Hermès every color in the Pantone (yeah)
I buck on that dick like I'm half horse (ah)
Sittin' up high like a minotaur (yeah)
B- need a pen pal, can't spit a bar (hmm)
Spit your best when you tryna get a n- off

But they be clappin' for b- that do the bare minimum
Come to me, e'rybody get critical (why?)
They be forcing they hating it's pitiful (hmm)
B- lame and I don't wanna sit with 'em (nope)
B- mouse and I don't wanna click with 'em (nope)
Coming for me like I'm putting dick in 'em (ugh)
They compare you to me, you a synonym (hmm)
I'm producing these b- like Timbaland

P-p-p-p-pop it back (back)
Hear how that p- smack (ah)
- that wanna be me (wanna be me)
He want some copy cat (copy cat)
Ooh, you thought you really made it (you did)
I know these b- mad (b- mad)
All these lil' h- come and go (hmm)
Like they be selling a- (baow)

L-L-LV rainbow print, that's vintage
I ain't even ask how much, just spent it
Bought it in Japan, so a b- can't get this (yeah, yeah)
Lil' a- bag, couldn't make me a mistress (make me a mistress)
All my accounts got all my interest (yeah)
On my own mood board on Pinterest (on Pinterest)
Pimpin' out work, don't need no assistance (hey, hey)
Ain't a b- pen out this vicious (ah)

Hmm, and if you sick of me, b-, you better stay on bed rest
'Cause I'm finna f- up the rest of your year, hahaha
Bye
Mwah



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Banks, Megan Pete, Shawn "source" Jarrett, Taylor Banks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link