Cuban Doll
Rat Bitch
[Verse 1]
How the fuck y'all hoes winning
Y'all ain't even got a check (Aye)
Diamonds on my chain got a check
On my neck (Yah) No not a doll you
A rat that's a fact I say that in all
Disrespect Money on my mind I
Grind for my n***as and he say
He fucking with me I ain't got
Time for these n***as Y'all be
Lying to these n***as Lying in
Them songs and them bitches
Weak as hell ain't even worth
Lying on Got guns a lot of
Those We leaving a lot of
Hoes These hoes I'm tired
Of those I leave em like
Adios That choppa gone send
Him home I'm wit it they right
Or wrong They can't go play
His role You ain't never played
With them rows so I'm told
Y'all hoes gone shake some but
Y'all don't What y'all on? Y'all
Hoes ain't on shit Y'all just broke
Oh you broke?
Bitch how you broke and you
Grown? (What the fuck!) No not
A boss you a worker and the
Type of life I live'll probably
Scare the average person I ain't
Purpin Ion see it in person than
It ain't worth it This shit got
Right here have yo old hoes
Lurkin got a new n***a bout
To quit him It ain't workin
They don't do shit when
They see me they be nervous
This ain't fall out the sky I had
To earn it and them breeches I'll
Burn Don't give a fuck bout who
Deserve em Yeah we slide on
Bitches Personal just business
Cause shit'll get like that I ain't
Lying we wit it Bitches be lying
On my head They be lying to
Kick it Like how I be on y'all
Mind I just be minding my
Business That package
Pending bitch we did a lot of
Stackin Y'all ain't do shit but
A lot of rappin When you tired
Of losing bitch come holla at
Me Everybody eatin I get that
Ball ain't gotta pass it This our
Shit This ain't shit somebody
Handed us I ain't ask for bands
But walk around this bitch banded
Up Five bands I ain't got a job still
Ran It up Bitches mad at us slide get
Yo shit matted up