[Intro]
C-C-CorMill

[Chorus]
Rule number one:
If it's 'bout me, at me so I can see it
Rule number two:
If you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it
'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit
Then before you see it she delete it
Or when you come to her she get to switchin' up
Like, "Girl, I ain't even really mean it"
So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit
Just prepare yo' ass for this beatin'
'Cause on sight means on site
Not in no counselor's office havin' meetin's
And if you pull my tracks, I'ma break your face
And you really gon' be left bleedin'
'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
Don't need to be left leanin'
And rule three:
If you statin' facts then let me see them receipts
'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin'
All them asses gettin' beat
And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit
And I got the chopper in the back with a scope
And I do not miss, bitch
[Verse]
Woah
Play with this shit if you want to, ho
Man, I don't even know
I won't even keep in touch
So if my name in yo' mouth
Then you doin' too much
Bringin' up lies and such
And she ain't hard unless you with the crew and them
Online screamin' she got real hands
But in real life she don't know what to do with them
Man she run her mouth like a meter
But when it's time to ride, I ain't see her
So next time, if you ain't tryna hook
Then lil bitch, watch your demeanor
Lyrics dirty, but the flow is cleaner
Watch me slap her shit like Serena
Yeah, slap her shit like Serena
Make her spin around like ballerinas
You know what I do
She don't got a clue
Can't hang with the gang
If you not the crew
I want 30k on my wrist
Gold yellow like piss
I got four labels tryna sign the kid
And I don't know which one that I'ma pick
Which one that I'ma pick
[Chorus]
Rule number one:
If it's 'bout me, at me so I can see it
Rule number two:
If you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it
'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit
Then before you see it she delete it
Or when you come to her she get to switchin' up
Like, "Girl, I ain't even really mean it"
So when I catch you lackin', don't say shit
Just prepare yo' ass for this beatin'
'Cause on sight means on site
Not in no counselor's office havin' meetin's
And if you pull my tracks, I'ma break your face
And you really gon' be left bleedin'
'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight
Don't need to be left leanin'
And rule three:
If you statin' facts then let me see them receipts
'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lyin'
All them asses gettin' beat
And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit and
I got the chopper in the back with a scope
And I do not miss, bitch
[Outro]
You know what I do
She don't got a clue
Can't hang with the gang
If you not the crew
And y'all sayin' this and y'all sayin' that
But y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit
Come with that jumpin' shit and
I got the chopper in the back with a scope
And I do not miss, bitch
You know what I do
She don't got a clue
Can't hang with the gang
If you not the crew