Lit Thot

Deal with them no-no

Deal with them I can't

Peanut butter ass work

Fuck around and get jammed

Cardi in this bitch, you better understand

I flip the script and kill shit

Now they want to hold my hand

I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions

You a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits

I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be

I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man

They fucking get on my nerves

I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money

Then I'm pitching nothing but curves

Oh they mad, I'ma keep them mad, oh they hella sick

See me stunting, see me getting bands, oh yeah hella bricks

Cardi looking good in this shit, oh yeah hella fit

Run up on me wrong, they pop the trunk on you elephants

You don't know me, hoe

You don't know me, bro

You don't know me just move

I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed

That fuck shit, that truck shit, I do not approve

You niggas with that shrimp dicks, be fucking up my mood

I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions

You a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits

I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be

I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man

They fucking get on my nerves

I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money

Then I'm pitching nothing but curves

Deal with them no no

Deal with them I can't

Peanut butter ass work

You fuck around and get jammed

Cardi in this bitch you better understand

I flip the script and kill shit

Now they want to hold my hand

Just get up off me, just get up off me, just get up off me, you fake

You talking all that tough shit, but quick to talk to the jakes

Let a bitch try me, that's these red bottoms to the face

Nigga hating hoes, ain't got no clout, that's Superman with no cape

All I need is Coronas and I'm set for the night

Let a bitch act up, just know it's on sight

They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight

Fuck you thought, a bitch was gonna be down her whole life

Bitch no

I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions

You a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits

I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be

I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man

They fucking get on my nerves

I gives it up, I gives it up

I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money

Then I'm pitching nothing but curves

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