All-Women Cypher lyrics

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)

[Verse 1: Mello Buckzz & Latto]
What I say? Look, huh
Step up in my square, then I'ma box you out
Tryna leave his body D.O.A., so we bring choppers out
I got somethin' that go through n*ggas' heads that got a lot of mouth
And I got somethin' that put sh*t on the floor like I'm at Latto house (Big Latto), uh-huh
You can check the stats, I been that, that's why you b*tches mad
I done got a bag, then lost a bag, then made a bigger bag (Yeah)
I got sh*t in bags I never touch you wish you b*tches had (Huh?)
Got somethin' in my pants super wet you wish you n*ggas had (Uh)
Uh, I like this beat, I might backdoor an opp to this
Got three pipes like I got extra arms, a b*tch went octopus
It's lot of guns, it's Glocks around, might be one in my sock or somethin'
We in the field and uppin' scores, just— it might bе a sock or somethin', okay (Ooh)
Foenem seein' rеd, I'm seein' black, look like we playin' checkers (Okay)
Summertime with masks, come through and splash, they thought we changed the weather (Okay)
It ain't got no button, I'ma pass 'cause I like switches better
Tap it once, this b*tch gon' clear the crowd (Uh-huh), f*ck up they get-together, uh (Go Grizz)

[Verse 2: Maiya The Don & Latto]
I'm in a new bag, these b*tches too mad 'cause they can't keep up
Direct deposit, I can't do cash without a Brinks truck
Watermelons on my chest and those are just my D-cups
Oh, so high maintenance, make a n*gga blow his re-up
30K on my left wrist, that's a half a million pesos (Okay)
I done been to a thousand islands, I'm outdressin' these fake hoes (Okay)
Drippin' stupid, I really do this, my storage unit like Play-Doh (Yeah, I do)
Drain the ATMs like Capri Suns, they can't f*ck with my bankroll (Oh yeah, woo)
Both my exes done took a L, I love stayin' at the W
You love to see me in new Chanel, these double D's make 'em comfortable (Yeah)
b*tches hatin' to see me winnin', they so mad that I'm lappin' b*tches
Real sh*t, I'm too P to be beefin' with no rapper b*tches (Ooh)
Big Don from the big city where the girls all like to act up
Way before that COVID sh*t, I had shiesty n*ggas with me masked up
In Dumbo in a new whip with the trunk in the front (Yeah)
Really hoes be pus*y like that time of the month (Ooh)
Please come get your man, he be all up in my DM
b*tches really grow up just to be somebody's BM
Yeah, I got a man, but I'm tryna hit the lottery
Been grindin' all my life just to be a hot commodity, Big Don
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 3: Flo Milli]
Ever since I hit a mil', my head got hella big, uh
I been on you b*tches' heads like a synthetic wig
I raised the bar and raised you b*tches, I got hella kids
Ghetto angels over me, I guess that's why I'm rich
Sneak dissin' like I can't find you, you in love with a n*gga that hide you
Pretty b*tch, real petite, Pucci print on my physique
A lot of cake, slim waist, I'm you b*tches' biggest opp
Plain and simple, treat her like a pimple, this b*tch gettin' popped
Subbin' on the 'net, cool your jets, might get your n*gga shot
You a lame, speakin' on my name, I hope you b*tches rot
Real b*tch, that's on and off the 'Gram, I'm what you hoes not
Out the mud, I came up from the bottom, I'm on you hoes' top
Walk a b*tch down like stairs, now I'm up, b*tch, like air
New G-Wagon all white, might have to nickname it Karen
Hatin' hoes always come in pairs, Flo got hustle like Terrence
You keep f*ckin' broke n*ggas, damn, ho, ain't you embarrassed?
Flo Milli sh*t, b*tch (Go Grizz)

[Verse 4: Monaleo, Monaleo, Mello Buckzz, Maiya The Don, Flo Milli & Latto]
Okay, my BD still at the house, he cookin', hoes can't come out the house, I'm lookin'
You better cover up your n*gga eyes 'cause if he look, I took him
b*tch, if I send that flight, go book it
I told my n*gga I'm leavin' the house, but I'm comin' right back, so that di*k better right where I put it
I don't do no playin', my n*gga know I'm negative nancy
Swingin' this Georgia peach, he wanna take me to the bedroom like Kandi
Then after that, I wanna go home to Texas just like Sandy
He suck me like a straw in a cup, that's why I call him Stanley
Hoes on the outside lookin' in, yeah, peepin' tom
Sometimes I be forgettin' that I'm a rapper, I be tryna keep my calm
I be tryna keep my cool, go dumb like I went to sleep in school
Damn, he got a vacuum for a mouth, that n*gga could clean my pool
Hoes copycats, monkey see, monkey do
I see why you hate me, b*tch, look at me, then look at you
Yeah, if I let you live, b*tch, lucky you (Uh-huh)
I let him eat it, now his homeboys actin' hungry too, ew
I'm goin' bar for bar, b*tch, that mean I'm bar hoppin', ayy
I go from car to car, hell nah, I'm not car shoppin', ayy
First they support you, then they hate you when you start poppin'
Had to go flood my wrist, I said f*ck them little-ass smartwatches
If you nosey, I'm the type to take your nose off
Rip me out the plastic, n*gga, come and take these clothes off
He get super f*ckin' nasty, coleslaw
He been eatin' me for hours, b*tch, I damn near dozed off (Damn)
Walked in this and got to poppin' sh*t
I just had my baby, now I'm back, it wasn't stoppin' sh*t (Yeah)
n*ggas only good for tellin' lies and droppin' di*k
n*gga tryna play me, then I'm hoin' like his mama did, on God
Exactly like his mama did
I'm talkin' about exactly like his mama did (Go Grizz)
[Verse 5: Latto]
The hate ain't workin' as you could see, b*tches blow me, I'm still hot
And my n*gga so damn rich, I could probably quit my job
b*tch, I do this in my sleep, I think these b*tches must forgot
I been puttin' boots on hoes, so how a b*tch gon' take my spot?
n*ggas like to call me Nunu, pretty b*tch from ATL
Is it pus*y, is it voodoo, or just 'cause I'm fine as hell?
Man, I been jumped off the porch, these hoes can't even get off the shelf
Difference is, without a n*gga, I would still have every whip
Every house, every chain, every bag, everything
Always n*ggas on my body, never b*tches on my brain
Hoes be real life Tyler Perry, livin' in that House of Payne
I can't relate, my man don't cheat and take care of everything, huh?
Yeah, he talk to me through wires like he Kanye West
Huh? Damn, this girl on fire, I ain't f*ckin' Swizz
Huh? Do y'all ever sh*t? b*tches always p*ssed, uh
I had Lams before I did that song with Mimi, b*tch
Half these hoes can't even rap, me and mine like Christmas Eve
He can't wait to open box like this sh*t under the tree
Ask why you don't see your fave, 'cause she know she got the call
Can't f*ck with me, b*tch, it's Spade, I'm Drake and this for all the—
Back up on my bullsh*t, this a rodeo (b*tch)
Bust the jubilee for Juliet, be my Romeo
Me and Brooke like Venus and Serena, we be servin' hoes
And all these NBA n*ggas want her like she Durkio, brr
[Outro: Mello Buckzz, Maiya The Don, Flo Milli, Monaleo & Latto, Flo Milli]
Damn, like she Durkio