I bust the windows out your car And, no, it didn't mend my broken heart (I'll probably always have these ugly scars) Mmm But right now I don't care about that part I bust the windows out your car You should feel lucky that was all I did After five whole years of this bullshit Gave you all of me and you played with it, ooh I blame myself, ignoring what I already knew Judge me not for how a bitch finna move Judge me not for what a bitch finna do If it's fuck me, nigga, then it's fuck you too I'm a real good bitch, I got too many options Real good dick, man, this fuck nigga toxic Broke my heart, this nigga way outta pocket I got all the proof, I ain't listening to gossip Best friend making sure I seen that shit I was never your type, yeah, I seen that bitch Pulled down on 'em, yeah, I keyed that whip Catch your ho out in public, I'ma beat that bitch Been fucked off, had you sick to your stomach Wasted all this time, I was way too solid Range or the Kia, I was always ridin' Kept it on lock, pussy real low mileage Back and forth with this back and forth Here we go again for like the tenth time Back and forth about back and forth Between this love and hate shit, it's a thin line, but A part of me just wanna keep it to myself A part of me just wanna tell 'em what you really did A part of me just wanna tell 'em how you really is Switching hoes like clothes, fuck niggas ain't shit I ain't got the patience like I used to (No) You only good at waitin', that shit talk, you can save it It's crazy, shit get real, you show the real you, ooh, yeah (You) I'm just tired of being tired, oh So I'm movin' on So I'm movin' on Oh, I'm movin' on I told you the shit that I need Said I only wanna see you with me Dropped on my knees, I was begging you, "Please" I couldn't let you leave But you was brushing me off, laughing and playing If you never loved me, why did you say it? You took advantage, you knew I was weak And you knew I was young, I was scared to be free Told you my past and you told me yours How all of them bitches was doing you wrong Told you them niggas was doing me dirty Swear to God, you could've left me alone 'Cause I let down my guards, wish that I didn't Breaking my heart, said you had no intentions Every 'l love you' I'm leaving in question Why did you say it if you never meant it? Uh I ain't got the patience like I used to (No) You only good at waitin', that shit talk, you can save it It's crazy, shit get real, you show the real you, ooh, yeah (You) I'm just tired of being tired, oh So I'm movin' on So I'm movin' on Oh, I'm movin' on

Hitmaka First off, bitch, mind yo' business (business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (nah) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him Ooh, I love when they chase me (I love when they chase me) Good luck if you tryna replace me (nah) 220 on the dash like Stacy (ayy) And yeah, that nigga fine, but he move too janky (movе too janky) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got morе than me, I can't fuck him (bitch I can't fuck him) If he ain't got what I need, I duck him (I duck him) Pussy gon' pop like a pea, I bust him (pussy pop, pop) Bad bitch gon' shop, no gimmicks (no gimmicks) Brand new drop top, not rented (not rented) And every time a bitch start, I finish (I finish) If it ain't money in the text, don't send it (nigga don't send it) First off, bitch, mind yo' business (bitch mind yo' business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas (bitch I'm bad) Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" (yeah) It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (nah) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) Latto If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (ayy) Nigga, please, got me fucked up (fucked up) Lying on that lil' dick, he ain't touching none (hell nah) Daddy, cop me the Lamb', did his big one How y'all fucking on a rich nigga and ain't getting some? (What?) Pussy tight, fat, wet, no smell (ah) I be buying Birkins like them bitches on sale (yeah) He be in the field, but he ain't in the NFL (brrr) Bitch, I met my nigga way before the BBL (ha-ha) Bitches twice my age, but ain't half his pay (yeah) If he ain't get more than me, then he ain't get no play (yeah) Only business that I mind is the one that pay (one that pay) My kids, kids gon' have they way (have they way), bitch! First off, bitch, mind yo' business (mind yo' business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas (bad bitch) Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (hell nah)

Real bitches back in I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend I'ma show you rap hoes how to get y'all shit off Yeah First thing first (huh?) I ain't gotta fuck a rap nigga for a verse (not at all) And I ain't never let a nigga treat me for a purse So, all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (work) You bitches sleezy, this shit way too easy City lil' me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy (I'm puttin' on) I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game Wheezy (ha-ha) Put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me I'm getting greedy, I'm big key (yeah) I'm not sweet, I check hoеs (check hoes) Steady shittin' on thеse bitches with a pet though (with a pet though) Yo' nigga want a taste, I give him wet nose Takin' bitches' niggas, hoe, you lucky if you make it home Real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's cold (that's cold) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga get paid, that's code (that's code) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch, with a real bag And word to Miami, bitch, I'm real bad New nigga, new money, that's a real grab I ain't stunting, no nigga that I been had I'm a real bitch, you a fake bitch, red flag (red flag) What you doing? Nothing, shit, making hoes mad Bitch, I just signed with QC and got a big bag (big bag) And finna show you why these ratchet bitches real bad Watch me take yo' nigga, like I take his dick He want dog ass bitch, until I show him some tricks I'm a big dog bitch, don't compare me to simps (don't compare new ho') My two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp? I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold My neck and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Ice out my neck, and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Nigga, run me that shit

Play that shit, fucker Hey, have you trying to beat up him? Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I rubbed with a shooter (gee) Always knew my time was money I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler (ice) Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touched down in your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Uh, bitch, better go get it right You know I'm cold, bitch, I'm covered in ice Uh, fuck you mean I ain't that nice This shit ain't no luck, bitch, I go do it twice Leaving all these bitches pissed when I'm throwing these fists Only where that shit wants for the pick What's the maneuver? Pull up McLaren or Mercedes Biz when I hit the event (what's the maneuver?) Uh, bust down they feet with a big face Who you know with a snip on the mixtape? Try me, know the bitch made a mistake Know I'm headed to the bees like Beyonce Said he wanna eat like he a like a entrée I ain't finna leave the house for no small pay Got the game in my hands like All State Hoes couldn't fuck with me on a off day (uh) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touch down to your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Oops, I think I spot me an opp Huh, but that pussy ho don't wanna fight (what's up?) Yeah, bitch better go get it right I know you ain't thinking about losing your life (damn) Huh, flow keep up, lick inside of the trunk Might not win a trum if she know where I'm from I know you pussy, you bumping your gums Can't tell if you sweet, but you definitely dumb Yeah, Cartier all on my wrist On Twitter she rich and she play with her thumbs I hit up Wafi the shit on that bitch I know you was broke, I can't be for the bum Yeah, I'm a fly bitch every day You gotta wait to get paid Say he like how I maneuver, come get your dude, he a chooser, ooh Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter (yeah) Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touchdown to your city, they say that it's nitty We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right

Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas Ayy, they're like, "Lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?" (Don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard) That's that bitch that keep pulling out them foreign cars Put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start I hit my dance on these bitches like I'm Skuba Sada Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba diving I know they hate to see I'm really cold, I'm going viral Yeah, I been fly since 15 without a co-pilot (bitch) I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doing shit And niggas lying on they dick, they ain't screwing shit Who said who the bigger GOAT? That's some bullshit Somebody put that hammer to her head, bring that toolkit I'ma keep it real, niggas ain't got no chance Bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands I'm on they ass 'til it ain't one, just all legs My bitch dick bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed These niggas capping in they raps, they ain't pop shit He popped a Perc' but that nigga still go soft quick And they ain't never seen me fight but I talk shit Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (ayy) And plus my numbers going up, she a fan now And if it's smoke, then it's up, you get fanned down Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playing 'round Bitch, I'm the GOAT, I'm the dog, I'm the man now I call these broke-ass niggas unstable creatures And if he eating pussy, he an ass eater My niggas don't give a fuck who you with neither Beat yo' bitch ass out the joggers and her wife beater My nigga sent me that beat so I had to do it And I be shitting on these hoes, I need more Louis You bum broke-ass hoes still going through it I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stupid, bitch You ain't fuckin' with my clique (at all) All we gotta do is post a pic', it make 'em sick (yeah) Any nigga I fuck with, he know he gotta spend (cash) Any bitch I hang 'round, you know that bitch a ten (bad) Got him off a Perc' (yeah), took him out his shirt (yeah) Niggas act like bitches so we put 'em all in a skirt (hm) Nigga think he own that, he gon' end up on the shirt (bye) Made him eat my pussy then I put it in a verse Bitches mad 'cause I'm winning (ha) If it's new then I'm in it Hoes stay in my business (huh?) I'm on demon time, got you bitches' niggas sinning Time to school these bitches, where they hall pass? (Yeah) I'on want your nigga, get your dawg back (bye) If he 'on't get this pussy then that dawg mad (ayy) Bad bitches only, where my dawgs at? (Uh) If a nigga double-take, then his money, I'ma take Pussy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake Bitches hard on the 'net but in person, they gon' break Baby Glock in my bag, but my nigga brought the Drac' I'ma work him for that bag Got him bragging that I came when that shit was really fake Sleep on that nigga, eat his meat like a steak Slide on that bitch, beat his sister with a rake Been won the race, tired of bitches 'cause they fake See my sons in the club, see my sons in my face I'on move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace Bitch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (hoe) Bitches think they slime, then we both gon' be snakes I'ma fuck someone nigga, someone heart that's gon' break Back that shit up with my ass in his face (back it up) Stack that shit up, need some M's for my safe (period)

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)