TRIANGLES lyrics

[Intro: Bbymutha & Khloe]
I should talk sh*t right here
You not sh*t, your mama not sh*t, your daddy not sh*t
For f*ckin ya mama and having an ain't sh*t baby, b*tch
f*ck y'all hoes
Mama! You look like a rockstar!

[Verse 1: bbymutha]
b*tch what's wrong with you?
Can't catch no di*k, lil' ugly b*tch, what's Gucci boo?
I been doing me lil' b*tch, your best bet would be doing you
You ain't got no sh*t to shoot, you lucky I ain't shoot at you
Ain't talkin' 'bout photographers, got shooters like a camera crew (uh, uh, yeah)
Easy kinda sleazy b*tch, I'm sl*tty, nutty buddy
And yet you still haven't f*cked me
You not making enough money
You cannot afford the kitty
Saggy titties, diamonds in it
I don't pop it till he spend it
He ain't broke so I'mma bend it b*tch
Run it up, she suck it up like honey nut
Love a b*tch who love to f*ck, I call her my lil' honey nut
Pretty b*tch, she mean as f*ck, I got her - now she levelled up
Don't ask me 'bout what's in my cup unless you see me throwin' up
Hate it Mutha blowin' up, but ask me if I give a f*ck
They motherf*ckin' tails is tucked
What's poppin' b*tch, start speaking up
The internet'll make you tough, but pus*y is you pullin' up?
Posted up on Sheridan, I'm swangin' my Gorilla nuts
Adrenaline and Double Dutches
Witchy b*tch, ain't scared of nothing
Show up at your funeral in Gucci, Fendi, Prada, diamonds, dollars
f*ck yo' hoe, yo' baby daddy in the ass all on your casket
Rot in pieces, sh*tty b*tch, I told you I'm a bad b*tch
[Chorus: bbymutha]
Never think you not the type of pus*y that can get f*cked
Strapping on my di*k, I drop it off just like a dump truck
Drop it on your b*tch, I want to Jared with them big bucks
You a square, yo hoe like it triangular, so catch up
Never think you not the type of pus*y that can get f*cked
Strapping on my di*k, I drop it out just like a dump truck
Drop it on your b*tch, I want to Jared with them big bucks
You a square, yo hoe like it triangular, so catch up

[Verse 2: Del-Vay]
Who is all these hoes? Act like they know me, I don't know you
You just mention me for clout, but I'm that b*tch so you supposed to
Glad to know they learnt they place, now they know what to do and don't do
If you stay my favourite hater I might f*ck around and flaunt you
I-I-I'm that b*tch they love to watch, they love to stalk, these n*ggas want
I'ont got a number, I'ont answer calls, but if money talkin' then I'm on the phone
I'm the prototype, these b*tches clones
Beef with me and put b*tches on
Y'all notice me, I don't notice y'all
But I will come and see you headstone
Never think a b*tch too cute to come and push your sh*t back
b*tch you stupid if you think I gave a f*ck, what made you think that?
Why these n*ggas in they feelings? I don't get that, but I get cash
I'm a boss, he buy me jewels and pay my bills, he buy you knick-knacks
I'm too bougie, you can't sit with me, lil' b*tch shut up and sit back
Sending shots - that means you lose, don't let me link up with my hitman
You the type of pus*y that gon' get f*cked, b*tch just give up
While you making sure you watch me you should make sure you don't slip up
[Chorus: bbymutha]
Never think you not the type of pus*y that can get f*cked
Strapping on my di*k, I drop it off just like a dump truck
Drop it on your b*tch, I want to Jared with them big bucks
You a square, yo hoe like it triangulr, so catch up
Never think you not the type of pus*y that can get f*cked
Strapping on my di*k, I drop it off just like a dump truck
Drop it on your b*tch, I want to Jared with them big bucks
You a square, yo hoe like it triangular, so catch up