Verse 1]
Pay for this pussy, n***a (Yeah), get yo' bands up
Oh, you ain't trickin', n***a? I'ma hit yo' mans up (The fuck)
Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (Brr)
He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine
Bitches always in my business, "JT, what you really do?" (What?)
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (Bing)
I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo
Doin' all that wifey shit knowin' he don't fuck with you
Poster girl pussy, in yo' n***a dreams
I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (Bop)
Gangster bitch, JT, Medellín
Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (Shh)
I'll be damned, n***a, you know who I am, n***a (Huh)
Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, n***a (Yeah)
Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgеnder (Ow)
Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla
Fifty flows up
Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift thе doors up (Ayy)
Told my n***a twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrrt)
Self esteem drop every time I show up, yeah
Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ayy)
Shut Marni down for some furry slides (Sloppy)
Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Huh)
Cop me Chanel, n***a, thirty times
The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah)
Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah)
And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing
I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, bitch (Period)
[Verse 2]
Yo' face card declined ?
Buggin' on my time
These n***as and these bitches better knock on my shine
Ain't a bitch you can tell, that got more money than mine
That new Chanel drop, I'm finna cop like K9's
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So please hit recline, I said " The streams gone be mine"
So bitch hit recline, all these bitches just be lyin'
[?][?][?][?], 'cause you slow bitches never match that

[Verse 3]
Second verse to you hatin'-ass hoes (Tired-ass)
Who get mad every time I strike a pose (Damn)
I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (Yep)
Hood bitch, dressed like a weirdo (Huh)
Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway
Bitch, you can't fuck with my on yo' birthday (Never)
Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay (Free my bitches)
You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say
I'm low-key, bitches fuck with my anxiety
I'm prayed up, and I'm waitin' on my rivalry
I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me
I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me
It's grind time, no flossin' (Let's get it)
Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in
These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired-ass hoes)
Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches
Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Bop, bop, bow)
Yeah, I'm really from them trenches
Pretty-ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah
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