[Intro]
They talking that bullsh*t like I ain’t bout to be up
It’s okay to be mad at me cuz you ain’t making the cut
Yeah (x2)
Uh
[Verse 1]
Bad b*tch
I rep for those who never had sh*t
If you ain’t the gang
Then we ain’t the same
Don’t hate the game
Its just facts, b*tch
I’m rollin, coastin
I ride the wheels till they broken
It’s only jays that I’m smoking
Blowing that kush till I’m moving slow motion
There’s never been a b*tch this hard
Never been a b*tch with bars
Ride like me, that could write like me
And could fight like me
And look this good in the spotlight like me
I’m like b*tch stop frontin
Acting like you are that b*tch
You not nothin
I’m the one every dude on your block loving
Got the whole block jumping when they know I’m coming
Cuz they know I’m buzzing
Rave
[Chorus]
They talking that bullsh*t like I ain’t bout to be up
(bout to be up)
It’s okay to be mad at me cuz you ain’t making the cut
(making the cut)
sh*t, I peep what you doin
And b*tch, you be doin too much (doin too much)
b*tch, you be doin too much
b*tch, you be doin too much
They talking that bullsh*t like I ain’t bout to be up
(bout to be up)
It’s okay to be mad at me cuz you ain’t making the cut
(making the cut)
sh*t, I peep what you doin
And b*tch, you be doin too much (doin too much)
b*tch, you be doin too much
b*tch, you be doin too much
[Verse 2]
Timezones
I switch ‘em up like the wardrobe
I see the world, they wanna meet your girl
Cuz I keeps it trill and they all know
That I got it
I stay mobbin
If you don’t believe then just watch it
They like my pics and leave comments
Hating ass b*tches don’t wanna be honest
So let ‘em try to front like I’m not the next up
All these dudes thirsty, just trying to press up
Kush on low, I got to get some
Out of all these bad b*tches, I’m the best one
I raise the stakes up, alarm clock buzzin
Tell the gang to wake up
Hot b*tch, even when there ain’t no make-up
Lady Taylor do it crazy major
I don’t play with paper, ah
[Chorus]
They talking that bullsh*t like I ain’t bout to be up
(bout to be up)
It’s okay to be mad at me cuz you ain’t making the cut
(making the cut)
sh*t, I peep what you doin
And b*tch, you be doin too much (doin too much)
b*tch, you be doin too much
b*tch, you be doin too much
They talking that bullsh*t like I ain’t bout to be up
(bout to be up)
It’s okay to be mad at me cuz you ain’t making the cut
(making the cut)
sh*t, I peep what you doin
And b*tch, you be doin too much (doin too much)
It ain’t about what you doin
It’s what you gon do in the clutch
[Outro]
I never gave a f*ck so why start now
See me in the club, know I ball out
sh*t going up, hoe watch your mouth
And I been getting love in my own hometown
818 in this b*tch
All my girls relate to this sh*t
All my fans in the place, we get lit
And nah, I ain’t never claimed to be sh*t
Y’all made me this b*tch
Gang