[Chorus]
She bad like Cheryl Cole
Bitch, I'm aimin' at your dome
With a Glock 17 and the finish is all chrome
It's got a beam-eam-eam
You don't really wanna be like me-e-e
'Cause I got a lotta problems
And you best not fold
They think I'm lying when I
Put on in his throat, hide it in my coat
It's got a beam-eam-eam
You don't really wanna be like me-e-e
'Cause I got a lotta problems

[Verse]
Talk, talk, talk, that's all they fuckin' do
All up in my DMs talkin' 'bout something that I didn't do
Pain all day, that's all I fuckin' feel
Know you don't like me, but you don't know me at all