[Verse 1: Gia Katya]
Blew up, blew up, now this n*gga mad
And his feelings hurt just a little (why?)
It's 4 in the morning, I'm getting money
And the DM popped in the middle
This n*gga sad and he sound mad
'cause his bars can never be delivered
(Chinese food, come downstairs)
Hold on, let me tip this lil n*gga
[Hook: Gia Katya]
Like woah
RiceGum, RiceGum
I'm going off, b*tch run
You is f*cking with a god
These b*tches know I'm the one
[Verse 2: Gia Katya]
And KSI is a joke
I'm laughing at you silly hoes (hahaha)
How the f*ck can I take you serious
If a n*gga sound elegant as f*ck like
"Who the f*ck are you? I rhyme two + two"
RiceGum, i'mma chew
Nah, n*gga I'mma give you some sh*t you ain't used to
Bronx b*tch, running up, like my n*gga Bolt do
Hit a n*gga quick, rotate it like my blunt do
All the way in Cali, talking sh*t, whatchu gonna do?
pus*y lil b*tch (ahahahah)
[Verse 3: Gia Katya]
I can tell your pus*y's fat as sh*t (uhuh)
I see KSI moved in (okay)
I know you're a bottom b*tch (oh what)
And I know you throw it back on his di*k (alright)
And I know you really wanna rap
I know your black friends told you that
But real n*ggas won't sponsor that
I'm half black if you didn't know that
[Hook: Gia Katya]
Like woah
RiceGum, RiceGum
I'm going off, b*tch run
You is f*cking with a god
These b*tches know I'm the one
[Interlude: Gia Katya]
Like, hey
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
Calling me a b*tch was the worst thing you could do
Why don't you come to New York and call me a b*tch
So my Timbs can be really down your throat like
f*ck you, pus*y
But I'll probably won't see you in public
f*cking drama, b*tch, a drama, b*tch
You're a pus*y, b*tch
You're a pus*y, square up with me (yeeeeaaaa)
Squad up, aye. Squad up, aye
Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang