Uh
Yo (A. Caese', the motherfuckin' div)
Ayo, ayo

All up on my clit, just kiss it (just kiss it)
Y'all a bunch of broke-ass bitches (uh-huh)
Came up in the game and I'm four-five-six'n (ha, woo)
Say them VVS's is why them shits ain't hitin'?
Potty trained, bitch shittin' (bitch shittin')
While they gossipin', I run up my digits (run up my digits, uh-huh)
Back in the kitchen
Badder bitch since Dennis the Menace (Dennis the Menace), huh
Can't really argue with bitches, I'm up here (I'm up here)
I met your dude, spent his check up and disappeared (uh-huh)
In the streets 'Mani did shit ('Mani did shit)
Whippin' that dope, servin' niggas in kitchens (uh-huh)
I be on Paula Deen shit (my Paula Deen shit)
My shit supreme, all queen (uh-huh), I'm 'bout cheese (I'm 'bout cheese)
I cop V's with no keys, ho, please (a-ha)
Pockets gettin' fatter, the bank account goin' up (they goin' up)
Bottega Veneta clutch, got a lil' get money gut (get money gut)
Drop another selfie, the internet goin' nuts (they goin' nuts)
Niggas all in my DMs, your MCM got a crush (what?)

Ayo, dope fiend sayin', "West, you The Shepherd" (ah)
I put a dot on your head, Dalmatian on the Givenchy leather
Chevy, three seats vanilla (skrrt)
My rhymes stellar
Do or die, you leavin' in a body bag or stretcher (boom-boom-boom)
In blue marble, head to toe, who are you?
I'm too remarkable (woo)
Goat status (ah)
The black Lex Luger, the total package (ah)
Pistol whip you brutal, knock off your noodle (ah)
Left the scene clean without a trace
Money green Bottega skates
Chrome Heart leather mask, lookin' like leather face
The X after the G, the F before the R, get your let's straight
Whipped a big eight and got another big eight (whip)
Locked in the SHU, I seen better days (better days)

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Writer(s): Alvin Worthy, Joclynn Clyburn