[Intro]
(You could ask big cuz)
Bitches always got something to say (Aha) 
Got Ken The motherfucking Man in this bitch 

[Verse 1]
Bitches always tryna talk what they don't know about (What they don't know about)
I be chill in front them n***as, you be showing out (Stupid bitch) 
I be dressing like I'm going out 
Drop that n***a, he was wanna sorry but I'm glowing now (Yeah) 
(Mm), ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
I blewed up, now everybody know me (Everybody know me)
I don't got feelings, he just give me money (Oh, I like that) 
I saved his number under "Ooh, he want me" 
Model type (Model type), that's what they like (Bad bitch)
Still thuggin', n***as never get it right (Gеt it right) 
Bitches borrow, they gon' copy, they gon' bitе (They gon' copy)
But they swear they did it first, yeah, a'ight (Bitch, please) 

[Chorus]
I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my pussy 'less you it from the back 
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I ain't got beef with these bitches, for what? 
Be ugly as fuck and they can't keep a n***a for nothing (Stupid ass ho)
Bitches be bitter and we ain't event got to the summer 
Blocking the come up 'cause they stand to see a bitch one up (What) 
Last place, you hoes earned that spot (Earned that spot) 
Fuck these hoes, pull hoes and turn hoes out (Turn hoes out) 
Cool ass bitch, walk through, the temp' gon' drop 
I'm a smooth talker like the car I drive, ayy 
 And I don't wanna be his bitch, I'm in these streets (I'm in these streets) 
No jay walking, this Baleci's on the feet (Balenci's on the feet) 
See you bitches sending shots but they be cheap
They be friendly when I see 'em but be bullies in they tweets, ayy 

[Chorus]
I don't get along with bitches, shit my bad
(In my bag)
That's all you gotta do to get these bitches mad
(Ain't no tag)
Pull up on a bitch 'cause I don't do the at's 
(You know I'm nasty)
Don't eat my pussy 'less you it from the back 

[Outro]
Do it from the back
'Less you do it from the back
N***a want my time, I gotta tax 
Got all his new bitches mad
'Cause he keep coming, coming back, coming back 
But I don't want him
Yeah, I'm off him and I ain't on him
Getting high, I'm a stoner 
Ayy, cuz, roll that shit up