WYA

I ain't never had to dim a bitch light For me to shine Bitches steady throwin subs They don't like me cuz I'm fine Pretty bitch but shit get ugly Ooters wit me all the time Do whatever for the G If I want it then it's mine Dumb hoe! You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!? Fuck that nigga u be claimin outta spite hoe I don't want to but don't test me Ima savage, n I think you should relax hoe Dumb hoe! You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!? Fuck that nigga u be claiming outta spite hoe I don't want to but don't test me Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe They mad, (they mad) She this She that Why u worrying bout me When out here looking sad All up in my gram wishing u was just as bad. We ain't worried bout u bitches We just chase the bag He be all up in my dm talkin' bout when ima see em Nigga buggin fuck I look like Why these niggas think I need em Bitches tighter than the nana If she act up ima rock ha Don't know why these bitches clockin' Keep it cute don't want no drama Uhhh! N i'll say it again You bitches can't compare not you or ur friends She was talkin' dirty til I gave her a cleanse Baby daddy feenin for this Pussy Let's not pretend Dumb hoe! You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!? Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe I don't want to but don't test me Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe Dumb hoe! You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!? Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe I don't want to but don't test me Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe