Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) (Yeah round after round in the middle of

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga Shit feels much better It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

Mwa, uh, yeah Hello! My goodness I didn't know I was here Do you know my name? (It ain't goin' wrong when you try) Always got to try No matter how long that shit take Whatever stops you from dreaming

I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me Bout to sip the liquor like

I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are

Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Man turn this shit up, man Ay Cardi, you got somethin' to say? You got somethin' to say, talk to 'em Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How