[Verse 1]
I’m a fly ass bitch, you can’t deny that shit
When I walk in them stores, I just buy that shit
One thing I can’t do is go cry about dick
Might fuck his best friend and make him cry about this pussy
Bitch, you know I ain’t no rookie
And ain’t talking no bands, then you know you can't book me
I fuck with the za but I rather do cookie
When they see me in traffic they be starin’ and lookin’
Like, “Ain’t that Lil Kayla, wassup?”
Yup, bitch I been runnin’ it up
Yup, my dawg got a drum in the cuts
Yup, he got it but is he gon’ buss? Bitch, yup

[Chorus]
Shout out to all my bitches
If I got a problem then I call my bitches
To the hoes that I don’t like, fuck all y’all bitches
Just in case y’all didn't get it, fuck all y’all bitches
But wait, shout out to all my n***as
Real down below, I love all my n***as
If a n***a got a problem, then I call my n***as
You ain’t feelin’ my gang, fuck all y’all n***as

[Verse 2]
But look, you don’t wanna go to war for real
You don’t want that many bitches at yo’ door for real
You just on go, you bе talking and don’t go for real
Quit actin’ like a bitch won't come and up that scopе for real
Bitch, you’s a B-U-S-T-E-R
Quit playin’ games till you end up in the ER
I roll her up since she really thinkin’ she raw
Finna make these bitches freeze, dawg, like I turnt the heat off
Tryna figure out somethin’ ‘cause I just don’t know
Which one of these n***as want me the most?
Hoes change too much, I can’t trust these hoes
If a bitch got a problem, then fuck you hoe
[Chorus]
But wait, shout out to all my bitches
If I got a problem then I call my bitches
To the hoes that I don’t like, fuck all y’all bitches
Just in case y’all didn't get it, fuck all y’all bitches
But wait, shout out to all my n***as
Real down below, I love all my n***as
If a n***a got a problem, then I call my n***as
You ain’t feelin’ my gang, then fuck all y’all n***as