[Verse 1]
Cross on my neck and a bible in my Fendi
Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at
Tryna smoke me out? Bitch, 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, bitch, 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 dick then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keeps begging me to eat me out, I said, "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"

[Verse 2]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
I'm that freaky dirty loca
Nips all pokin' through the low-cut
Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts
Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust
Pussy puffed up like a bee sting
Yes, I go to church in my G-string
Father, can you bless this crack pipe?
Never really learned how to act right
And you can hold the beef
'Cause, bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And, bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh