Uh-huh
A.c. Is the motherfuckin' diva (yeah)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, ayo

I'm screamin', "Fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
"Titty-fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
I'm up, bitches, No Doze, what, bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle thirty, yeah, booms in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I do's, it gets done, it's a- (woo)
It's that real (uh-huh), pussy stay mad still
I just light up your ave' and pop me an Advil (uh-huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now, hundred dollar hiccups (yeah)
They say I got the juice now, like I'm Mark Bishop (grrah)
My only competition starin' at me in the mirror (what up?)
Mama told me not to grow up fast, I ain't wanna hear it (man, I don't wanna hear it)
Got a team of bad bitches (uh-huh), when they pass, get the shivers (what else?)
Cut it back, get the scissors, when the cash get delivered (ha)
Don't catch feelings, I catch flights (I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas, and no type (nah, no type)
You the ho type, I'm the dough type (uh-huh)
Murder scene, C's killin' all the shit y'all ghostwrite, huh (haha)
Chain where the titties be (titties be), bag where the blicky be (uh-huh)
On some chill shit, but this MAC on a killin' spree (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me? (Ah, is you kiddin' me? )
Fuck-bitches wanna click with me (The Butcher comin', nigga)
'Cause they really scared to be my enemy (yeah, yeah, woo)

I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop?
I didn't bring this ghetto to slapbox (no)
Rappers gon' fold, like laptops (laptops)
I represent for all the have-nots (have-nots)
Coaches don't jump with the mascots (uh-uh)
I just pick who take the last shot (last shot)
Two hundred grand on a coffee table
Covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip and get some raw for sale
I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell you
Don, I'm feeling like a star
I remember when a nigga had it hard as hell (hard as hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my scars'll tell (ah)
Let me welcome niggas to the terror dome
This the jigsaw marathon
Every member got carats on (all of us)
We runnin' shit, so we share batons
West had it, passed it to Conway
I got to watch how it was carried on (I watched)
Very strong, eight bar
Kept his foot on niggas' necks very long
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all
But I knew that I would bury y'all (I knew it)
'Mani up and the gang got her prepared for y'all (ah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' niggas (uh)

Fly by you in the Cullinan (uh), just left the plug again (woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man (haha), the money runnin' in (yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside the pot, I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my nigga Woe', he five summers in (free Big Woe')
Playin' with her pussy in the Hellcat, I'm like "Come again"
She like, "I wanna go upstairs", I'm like, "I want a hundred bricks" (hahaha)
You know I'm on God time, wrist time, brick time
Southside, barbershop, parkin' lot
Fed cameras outside (yeah) and they was patient (they was patient)
They was waitin' (they wanted was bad)
They was watchin' us like Everybody Loves Raymond (hahaha)
My young boy hangin' out the Corvette, sprayin'
(Brrt, bah, bah, bah, brrt, bah) ah
Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back, stampin' Stoves on kilos, for real (for real)
Stove

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Aaron Cocks, Jeremie Pennick, Joclyn Clyburn