Y'all h*es done ****ed up

*****don't make me come out wig in a rubber band

Band

Wait

Slap a *****down with the ****s**t

I'm talkin' to you ho

Y'all h*es better turn up

Enough is enough *****

City Girls with the ****s**t

Nah don't blame it on you drunk *****

Nah

See we can wylin' h*e

The whole clique gon' follow h*e

Be at your door like dominoes

And your main *****love me

Haha

Bruh been tryna ****me

For the bread walk him like a puppy

Walk him

It ain't no love for you both side playin' h*es

Play with your kids or the radio *****

Another comma millionaire status

A cool one twenty on the Patek

*********magic

I live a poor *****dreams

Yeah

Coco Chanel me please

Y'all h*es too dangerous

Dangerous

In my comments talkin' crazy

Crazy

But I can't make no *****famous

Nah

City Girls ain't changing

But s**t how could you blame me

Blame me

Bein' me made me famous

*******sittin' no sports bra

Yeah

****a *****in a sports car

Skrrt

Spike his drink at a sports bar

Y'all h*es make me sick

Always cuffin' tricks

Calling phones talkin' slick

Lil' *****who taught you

Mama should abort you

If you in my view I would've pulled up and fought you

But I'm way up you *******too low

New a*s new teeth *****check out the glow

Period

*****don't make put my wig in a rubber band

Band

Slap a *****down with the ****s**t

****s**t

Y'all h*es better turn up

Didn't think *******like us could do better

From Dade County straight to Coachella

My heart cold better bring two sweaters

And your best *****we'll take whoever

Gutter *****grace the cover of the billboards

Locked up nominated BET awards

City Girls talk that s**t they scream

Real a*s *****I ain't flex for streams

I'm fresh out *****s comin' in varieties

I'm fightin' loss fightin' demons and anxiety

I really used to sleep on palettes

Now I'm sittin' in the condo like it's a palace

Main *****locked up had to hold it down

Down

With a baby in my stomach at the Rolling Loud

Facts

Uh kept you *******out my game room

Period

'Cause y'all the same fake h*es from the shade room

Shade room

I came from runnin' outta stores to awards shows

Blessed

Momma we made it can't wait 'til you come home

Shoutout my gangs I was seven months

D**n

Me and baby son was too blessed up

Blessed up

Now everybody want a verse from us

All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us

Bought a bag to the hood when I touchdown

Touchdown

Did this s**t for Dade County' yeah we up now

Miami don't make me put this wig in a rubber band again

Put this wig in a rubber band again

Still the same ain't changed

Just changed where I live

Ain't changed Just changed where I live