Disrespectful
Moved on with my life aint got no time for shit
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built da same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Bitch been bad, centre fold like I'm in Vogue
Bitches stay mad, Who her doc? They want dat info
I'm da final wish on dey wish list
Hoe got dem chomper teeth looking like chicklets
Yeee hawwww huh
At any cost, I'm still a boss
Given any loss, I'm still a boss
For all the men dat beef wit women you a wasteman
He's focusing on me, focus on ya case mannn
I'm da ex he turned into a big opp
Cleaned dat mess up, big mop
Doesn't take too much to turn a nigga up
Bag two bitches tell em run it up, fuck love
Moved on with my life aint got no time for shit
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built the same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Pulled up to da wop in my night gown
This money don't sleep I'm a night owl
I want all the smoke just like a bougie
I aint like his snitch babymama calling police
Asking for a piece when you lonely
Kilani wipe da ice like Zamboni
Don't bother try to phone me
My new nigga got me in a penthouse not a condo
I'm sitting on his head like a chapeaux
Got me hitting high notes like Sopranos
You fumbled a bag lost the queen of Toronto
Next nigga I pick will hit the lotto
Money over niggas, yeah bitch you know da motto
You know Paris leads the pack, all these bitches follow
Moved on with my life aint got no time for shit
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built the same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built da same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Bitch been bad, centre fold like I'm in Vogue
Bitches stay mad, Who her doc? They want dat info
I'm da final wish on dey wish list
Hoe got dem chomper teeth looking like chicklets
Yeee hawwww huh
At any cost, I'm still a boss
Given any loss, I'm still a boss
For all the men dat beef wit women you a wasteman
He's focusing on me, focus on ya case mannn
I'm da ex he turned into a big opp
Cleaned dat mess up, big mop
Doesn't take too much to turn a nigga up
Bag two bitches tell em run it up, fuck love
Moved on with my life aint got no time for shit
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built the same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Pulled up to da wop in my night gown
This money don't sleep I'm a night owl
I want all the smoke just like a bougie
I aint like his snitch babymama calling police
Asking for a piece when you lonely
Kilani wipe da ice like Zamboni
Don't bother try to phone me
My new nigga got me in a penthouse not a condo
I'm sitting on his head like a chapeaux
Got me hitting high notes like Sopranos
You fumbled a bag lost the queen of Toronto
Next nigga I pick will hit the lotto
Money over niggas, yeah bitch you know da motto
You know Paris leads the pack, all these bitches follow
Moved on with my life aint got no time for shit
Tryna make me crack like your other bitch
We not built the same I'm from a different brick
And you can't break me down I'm too intelligent
Bitch think she sick cuz she got my leftovers
I'm glad, throw dat in the bag
I'm a big steppa, squash a bitch like a cockroach
Twelve raid my house got me feeling like El chapo
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Pitman, Pietre Cleghorn
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