Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream p**y, s**r shoes in a Bentley
Two small t**s and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the b**h stays at
Tryna smoke me out, b**h, think again
I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems
They send the money then I send the stems
I ain′t sending you shit, b**h, no offense
But I heard your song and I should've mixed that
Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched
Every time that you tried to drop it's been wack
Every time that I drop they like, "She did that"
Suck d**k then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keep begging me to eat me out, I said
"You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"