LYRICS
I’m that b*tch
Been that b*tch, still that bitch (ah)
Will forever be that b*tch
Aye, ah
I’m the hood Mona Lisa, break a n*gga into pieces
Had to exit cheesy n*ggas out my circle like a pizza
I’m way too exclusive
Ion shop on Insta boutiques
All them lil ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash sh*t
P*ssy like water, Im unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a n*gga, if I had him
B*tch that’s my trash, you the maid so you bagged him (ah)
Im a savage
Classy, boujee, ratchet
Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening
B*tch, what’s happening
Eat me and record it but your edge up all I’m showing
I keep my n*ggas private, so his ap all I’m showing
Beefing with you b*tches, really getting kinda boring
If it ain’t about the money, then you know I’m gon ignore it
I’m the sh*t, aye
I need a mop to clean the floor, its too much drip, oh
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, oh
Let’s play a game, simon says I’m still that b*tch
Aye, I’m still that b*tch
Im a savage
Classy, boujie, ratchet
Sassy, mood, nasty (yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening
B*tch, what’s happening
B*tch I’m lit like a match, oh
And any n*gga I hit is still attatched, oh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, oh
I drop a picture, and now these b*tches feel attacked, aye
Dont let that n*gga gas you up and get you wacked
I make a call and get a p*ssy n*gga smacked oh
These b*tches talking about pulling up, then where you at? oh
I’m in the lam b*tch catch me if you can, oh
I’m kicking b*tches out they spot Stalli-Chan, ah
N*ggas say I taste like sugar, but ain’t shit sweet, ah, muah
Bitch Im a ghost
I can go on for days and days
Yeah, I do the most
(Wait)
Wait
(Wait)
Woah
I do not know
I told her get off
I need my space
So she hit the door
Aye!
Since the beginning
All Ive been doing is winning
Look at the top of the coup
Theres no ceiling
Name worth a Milly
And now I can buy anything that I want
Phone charging up at the spot
I got a lot
I got the pot
Filling it up to the tippity top
I cannot stop
Chains were a boat
Now they a yacht
Dont fuck wit pigs
Dont fuck wit ops
Now all they wonder is
How is he cold how is he hot?
Look
Champion I am the man
There is no cappin bout that
I got your bitch in the back
I got a nine in my pocket
And if she get it hard it
Go blattt
I am the man but these bitches they knew that
Im in the field ridin solo I do that
Chains on my neck and them hoes are so icy
I text your bitch and I tell her she wifey
I blow her back Im recording like spike lee
Yeah, Im too hurtful
Yeah, Im too spitfiul
If a nigga want smoke
Then the glock turn him purple
Boo!
Bitch Im a ghost
I can go on for days and days
Yeah, I do the most
(Wait)
Wait
(Wait)
Woah
I do not know
I told her get off
I need my space
So she hit the door
Aye!
Since the beginning
All Ive been doing is winning
Look at the top of the coup
Theres no ceiling
Name worth a Milly
And now I can buy anything that I want
Phone charging up at the spot
I got a lot
I got the pot
Filling it up to the tippity top
I cannot stop