Shout Out lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m a fly ass b*tch, you can’t deny that sh*t
When I walk in them stores, I just buy that sh*t
One thing I can’t do is go cry about di*k
Might f*ck his best friend and make him cry about this pus*y
b*tch, you know I ain’t no rookie
And ain’t talking no bands, then you know you can't book me
I f*ck with the za but I rather do cookie
When they see me in traffic they be starin’ and lookin’
Like, “Ain’t that Lil Kayla, wassup?”
Yup, b*tch I been runnin’ it up
Yup, my dawg got a drum in the cuts
Yup, he got it but is he gon’ buss? b*tch, yup

[Chorus]
Shout out to all my b*tches
If I got a problem then I call my b*tches
To the hoes that I don’t like, f*ck all y’all b*tches
Just in case y’all didn't get it, f*ck all y’all b*tches
But wait, shout out to all my n*ggas
Real down below, I love all my n*ggas
If a n*gga got a problem, then I call my n*ggas
You ain’t feelin’ my gang, f*ck all y’all n*ggas

[Verse 2]
But look, you don’t wanna go to war for real
You don’t want that many b*tches at yo’ door for real
You just on go, you bе talking and don’t go for real
Quit actin’ like a b*tch won't come and up that scopе for real
b*tch, you’s a B-U-S-T-E-R
Quit playin’ games till you end up in the ER
I roll her up since she really thinkin’ she raw
Finna make these b*tches freeze, dawg, like I turnt the heat off
Tryna figure out somethin’ ‘cause I just don’t know
Which one of these n*ggas want me the most?
Hoes change too much, I can’t trust these hoes
If a b*tch got a problem, then f*ck you hoe
[Chorus]
But wait, shout out to all my b*tches
If I got a problem then I call my b*tches
To the hoes that I don’t like, f*ck all y’all b*tches
Just in case y’all didn't get it, f*ck all y’all b*tches
But wait, shout out to all my n*ggas
Real down below, I love all my n*ggas
If a n*gga got a problem, then I call my n*ggas
You ain’t feelin’ my gang, then f*ck all y’all n*ggas