Intro lyrics

[Intro]
(Major)
Desoto is probably, like, seven to ten minutes outside of Dallas
My story, long story short
It was me, my mama, and my dad

[Verse]
Hm, I ain't even popped out on hoes
I ain't even hurt feelings yet
The only reason b*tches still standin' 'round this ho is 'cause I ain't come and kill 'em yet (b*tch)
I ain't never had to touch a ho 'cause b*tches only poppin' on the internet
And all them b*tches better love it or a ho can hate it
n*gga, I ain't finished yet
Big neck with that woodgrain
Dallas b*tch with that frame on
I ain't f*ckin' with them b*tches who I used to know 'cause they gon' really change on me
New money, old money
They was mad I made it rain on 'em
And I ain't wanna sponsor everybody and their mama even with a chain on me
Dropped out of school to come sh*t on these b*tches
But maybe they think I'm enrolled
Maybe they think that I don't see the sh*t they be talkin'
But, baby, go play with your ho
'Cause I'm not what you want
You can get cut in your throat
All of my b*tches on go
Pull out the brush when I'm havin' that forty
I love when it's straight and it's touchin' the floor
Don't know about me, n*gga, read about me (b*tch)
Tell them b*tches come and see about me
The way them n*ggas lookin' at me when I'm in the club
I know they really dreamin' 'bout me
b*tches love to share the tea about me
Don't forget to say the facts, b*tch
Pretty face with the money long
And b*tches know I'm really that (Ho)
[Outro]
Um, I lived with my mom majority of the time
Spent a lot of time with my dad on the weekends
Grew up, they put me through school
Got to college, um
I lived in the suburbs
Uh, I was a cheerleader, I was on drill team
I played volleyball
They always had me in something, my parents always wanted me doing something
So they kept me in there
And then I grew up, went off to college
Left school to do music
And now we here