LYRIC

Don’t ever fuckin’ play with me
Y’all niggas know, y’all bitches know I’m the fucking queen
You hoe bitches know
You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Got the strings on ’em
Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)
I just hit ’em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)
Somebody ’bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)
All that talkin’ out your neck
Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)
This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
When we move, tell ’em, back up, click, click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it’s…

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