[Intro]
No! Fuck you, free Cardi!
Period, purrd

[Verse 1]
Said lil -, you can't shoot with us, if you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bullets, these is 22's
Hit the gun range, i can shoot 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut Onika off, so don't get comfortable (look)
I don't write my raps, that's what Cardi do (Cardi!)
Said i don't write my raps, that's what Bardi do
If I see you and throw a shot, that means i don't fuck with you
Two number 1's in in three months, yeah that's what payola do

[Verse 2]
Are you dumb bitch? 'Cause I'm not
Fuck with Remy, you get shot
You can't hang around my way, I keep my bullets in my Glock
I just checked out Cardi's bill, turns out she's rich, she's rich, she's rich
I put my gun above my hip, i bet you dip, she dip, he dip
Look, I might just shoot up young Nick, i might just pull out the stick
Y'all know that I'm filthy rich, and this song gon' be a hit
I don't mind you just a bit, I'm like Cardi B 'cause i quit a lick ('cause i quit a lick, lick)
(Mmm)

[Verse 3]
Had to let these felons know, just in case these hoes forgot
I'm the baddest inmate on parole since 1985 (five, 1985)
Ayy, i don't dance now, i make felon moves
Said i don't gotta dance, i make felon moves
If I see you and touch my gun, just know bullets is flying too
I'm an inmate, you a worker, worker, i make felon moves, Remy