Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming All the hoes that you call are not coming She know if she not fucking, she truckin' All of the bitches I fuck are not common Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming If I'm in the room please don't come in I beat the pussy like it need production And all she want from me is reproduction (Gotta ask) "Why'd she leave her husband?" Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing Talkin' 'bout "it's gon' be repercussions!" I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up Got like three concussions Do you know what you in for? They copy copy like 10-4 Keep the money 'cause I been poor All your jewelry like tin foil Please don't tell your friends where we shopping at I swear this shit gon' turn into an in-store (straight up) Fuck you need another man for? Talking to her like a mentor Talking to her like a nigga Yoda And she say "I love you", I'm like "Hold up, hold up, hold up" Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) (Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (colder) shoulder Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Now every time we in this bitch You acting like you owe me favors Acting like you with the shits But fronting on the homies later Look, I could tell you're under pressure, baby time to ease up Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah My apologies, why I gotta be Misogynistic every time we kick it Every time I visit something's different And every time I leave you know you miss it Don't be crying on my shoulder every time I'm coming over Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin Sex game had her going crazy Now I got her ass calling all the time And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' Driving down my street like it's the Autobahn Getting loud, setting off the car alarms Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming

Legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks And motorists curse their lousy luck Crossing guard's not doing his job And traffic's not about to stop for the first casualty of thought It's the rules It's the rules Superfarmer's bent on the cover of time The moralists scream he's all mine So the bard isn't doing her job The vacuum night, the darkest rites, the small quarantined thoughts It's the rules It's the rules Salesman said this vacuum's guaranteed It could suck an ancient virus from the sea It could put the dog out of a job Could make traffic stop so little thoughts can safely get across It's the rules It's the rules Guaranteed or not It's the rules