Every time I come through here I got my tits out
[?] and now you b*tch out
Saw you with your man [?]
Bang, little chicken, bang! [?]
Bang, little chicken, bang! [?]
I'm set trippin' on you b*tches
You don't wear what I wear, it's expensive
Them b*tches mad 'cause the shoe never fit 'em (damn!)
And you don't know, drop a bag on you b*tches (boom!)
Barkin' all the time, I don't speak, b*tch
With the MAC and my dress and that's a full kit
I spit facts on my records, f*ck the bullsh*t
And I brag 'cause my swag on some new sh*t
You wanna die? b*tch, you could
[?] wish you would
Come around me with that hate sh*t
[?]