Pussete lyrics

[Intro: Tata]
b*tch
Huh, every opp shot, everything dead, huh
41 shots to the head, b*tch
41 shots to the head, grrah

[Verse 1: Tata]
Star B with the G, don't miss
Like, everyone suck my di*k
Like, Preme, dump that sh*t
No, I won't send the addy, can't trust that b*tch
Like, I throw up the four and the dub, that's a fact
b*tch fire, her pus*y is wack
W-Winter keep dissin', that b*tch is a bum
Like, I make Jenny hit her with the strap
b*tch, and I keep the Glock-ete
Like, she tryna swing the puss-ete
And I'm all in her pus*y, doot-ete
When I back out this knocker, he better run-ete
b*tch, and I keep the Glock-ete
Like, she tryna swing the puss-ete
And I'm all in her pus*y, doot-ete
When I back out this knocker, he better run-ete

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
SV, know that he too clutch
Move back, I got my ruger
That b*tch a dummy, go hop in the Uber
Stupid b*tches be f*cking my mood up
Like, I told Tata he can't leave a trace
'Cause bullets be spraying like mace
Hollows gon' hit 'em and make 'em erase
Like, and the beam on his face like a lace
Grah, and I keep a Berre-te
I got all the dootetes
Walk in the party, I'm starting a frenzy
I got a baddie, this b*tch a brunette
Keep my knocker I cannot misplace it
D's on my body, we go on a race
It's a G in the V, we don't stop for the jakes, b*tch, grrah
We don't stop for the jakes, b*tch