[Refrain]
I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way
Humble beast, but ever turn me up, I got some shit to say
Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today
Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate

[Chorus]
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit

[Refrain]
I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way
Humble beast, but ever turn me up, I got some shit to say
Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today
Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate

[Verse 1]
Livin' in the suburbs, but you know I'm good in any hood
I was taught to stand on business, so everything be overstood
Countin' all this paper, smokin' papers, you can keep your 'Wood
They talkin' 'bout what I'm not doin', but what I'm doin', they wish they could
In school, they gave me 180, now it's 180 on the dash
Traffic in that C8, police get behind me, do 'em bad
Somehow, I be in at best when them bitches make me mad
Feelin' like prune juice, I got that shit for a n***a ass
Lookin' back all I been through, shit gon' damn near make me cry
If I was to crash out right now, would you be my ride or die?
You told me, "Keep it real," I think you'll like it better when I lie
They say I smoke too much, I think they'll like me better when I'm high
They say what you do in the dark gon' always come back to the light
They caught that boy in broad day, he didn't get to see that night
You ain't even spend no money, how you tryna spend a night?
You see how this man do his hoes, why you tryna be his wife?
[Chorus]
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit

[Verse 2]
T-up even harder for the times they had me fucked up
I got plays for days like Tyler Perry, bitch, I'm up, up
Money's tall, so all of y'all should really shut the fuck up
And, bitch, I'm from the trenches, I don't hang with hoes that stuck up
If it wasn't for them thirsty n***as, you hoes wouldn't be nobody
That lovin' n***as shit be so dead, them n***as be out they body
Do shit at my own pace, and every time, them bitches call me
I gotta turn it up a notch, I just got off the phone with Gotti

[Chorus]
What they doin'? Talkin' shit
They still mad I'm poppin' shit
Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch

[Outro]
Ain't no monkey in the middle, GloRilla, who you rockin' with?
Don't even stop at red lights, what make you think you stoppin' this?