[ Featuring City Girls ]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Ayy, they're like, "Lakeyah, why they sleepin' on you so hard?"
Don't-don't give a f*ck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard
That's that bitch that keep pullin' out them foreign cars
Put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start
I hit my dance on these bitches like I'm Skuba Sada
Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba divin'
I know they hate to see I'm really cold, I'm goin' viral
Yeah, I been fly since fifteen without a co-pilot (bitch)
I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doin' shit
And niggas lyin' on they dick, they ain't screwin' shit
Who said who the bigger G.O.A.T.? That's some bullshit
Somebody put the hammer to her head, br-brin' that toolkit
I'ma-I'ma keep it real, niggas ain't got no chance
Bring that-bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands
I'm on they ass 'til it ain't one, just all legs
My bitch dick bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed
These niggas cappin' in they raps, they ain't pop shit
He popped a Perc' but that nigga still go soft quick
And they ain't never see me fight but I talk shit
Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (ayy)
And plus my numbers goin' up, she a fan now
And if it's smoke then it's up, you get fanned down
F*ck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playin' 'round
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now
I call these broke-ass niggas unstable creatures
And if he eatin' pussy, he an ass eater
My niggas don't give a f*ck who you with neither
Beat yo' bitch ass out the joggers in a wife beater
My nigga sent me that beat so I had to do it
And-and I be shittin' on these hoes, I need more Louis
You bum broke-ass hoes still goin' through it
I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stupid, bitch
You ain't f*ckin' with my clique (at all)
All we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick (yeah)
Any nigga I f*ck with, he know he gotta spend (cash)
Any bitch I hang 'round, you know that bitch a ten (bad)
Got him off a Perc' (yeah), took him out his shirt (yeah)
Niggas act like bitches so we put 'em all in a skirt (hmm)
Nigga think he own that, he gon' end up on the shirt (bye)
Made him eat my pussy then I put it in a verse
Bitches mad 'cause I'm winnin' (ha)
If it's new then I'm in it
Hoes stay in my business (huh?)
I'm on demon time, got you bitches' niggas sinnin'
Time to school these bitches, where they hall pass? (Yeah)
I don't want your nigga, get your dawg back (bye)
If he don't get this pussy then that dawg mad (ayy)
Bad bitches only where my dawgs at (uh, woo)
If a nigga double-take, then his money, I'ma take
Pussy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake
Bitches hard on the 'net but in person, they gon' break
Baby Glock in my bag, but my nigga brought the Drac'
I'ma work him for that bag
Got him braggin' that I came when that shit was really fake
Sleep on that nigga, eat his meat like a steak
Slide on that bitch, beat his sister with a rake
Been won the race, tired of bitches 'cause they fake
Sing my songs in the club, sing my songs in my face
I don't move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace
Bitch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (ho)
Bitches think they slime then we both gon' be snakes
I'ma f*ck someone nigga, someone heart that's gon' break
Back that shit up with my ass in his face (back it up)
Stack that shit up, need some M's for my safe (period)
