LEFT AND RIGHT! lyrics

[Intro]
It doesn't count if they don't find the body

[Verse]
Now I'm back up in this b*tch, feel the need to take a flick
Paparazzi cannot see me, windows tinted in my whip
I'm so hot like Mapo tofu, beat was prod by Miyoku
b*tches always wanna be my friend, I don't even know you
I'm posted up at the function with my blue hair and thick thighs
If you want me for my cash then get the f*ck out, now, b*tch, bye (Bye, bye!)
These b*tches are records, the way they always switch sides
I can be a sweetheart but I won't be afraid to make a b*tch cry
f*ck on men, get some money, that's what I'm about
Mind your business, don't ask me about my whеreabouts
I'm with my pretty b*tches and wе boutta show out
No I can't f*ck with broke hoes who got no clout
I eat up on his meat like it's Texas Roadhouse
He f*cks me so good, he wants to go another round
I throw it back, round and round like a ferris wheel
Nonbinary pop b*tch, I got sex appeal
I'm established on my own, f*ck a record deal
Always do my own thing, f*ck how you feel
I put these b*tches on a leash, they my f*cking dogs
I keep my circle real small, I can't f*ck with frauds

[Chorus]
Poppin' tags (Left and right)
Get them racks (Left and right)
Spittin' facts (Left and right)
b*tches mad (Left and right)
All the eyes on me, b*tch I'm stacked (Left and right)
You think you fire, but you smokin' too much gas (Left and right)
Poppin' tags (Left and right)
Get them racks (Left and right)
Spittin' facts (Left and right)
b*tches mad (Left and right)
All the eyes on me, b*tch I'm stacked (Left and right)
You think you fire, but you smokin' too much gas (Left and right)
[Outro]
Hooray!