'96 Neve Campbell

Don't know what you thought this was

But you gonna have to die about it

Fuck up the place with blood

Who you calling a bitch?

This bitch run shit so you best run

This bitch no play, this bitch know guns

This bitch no die, you this bitch son

This bitch gon' be the last one

This bitch boss

Came for the neck, who next?

No mercy, you not shit

This bitch boss

She came in the game, no flex

Finna leave the game with yo rep

This bitch boss

Call her out, her name wrong step

Step up, gut you, then dip

This bitch boss

Come in talking that shit

And you gon' have to die about it

Who the fuck want war?

Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards

Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of shit you can't afford, nigga

I'm runnin' laps round these bitches when I'm bored, nigga

Silent killers get it poppin', nigga, gang gang

Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string

Since we talking, better send a straight deposit

I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit, you feel me?

I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say shit

Bitches better miss me with that fake shit

Forgive me if I'm blind because I only got my mind on the mill

I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal

Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends

Yeah I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense

Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do?

Knock these bitches off, and that's simply for the principle

This bitch boss

Came for the neck, who next?

No mercy, you not shit

This bitch boss

She came in the game, no flex

Finna leave the game with yo rep

This bitch boss

Call her out, her name wrong step

Step up, gut you, then dip

This bitch buff

Come in talking that shit

And you gonna have to die about it

Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte

Gotta call this shit my beauty shop 'cause bitches press like Jorge

Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks

Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot

I double dutch on hot shit and bleed him out his wallet

When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut them off no pockets

Can't call me out my name, nigga, it's kill shots and gang gang

Don't start shit that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane

Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes

I call this shit my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye

A playa but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime

Drop 'em like a bar of soap like fuck 'em nigga west side

Can't never get too comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him

Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him

Fuck you thought this shit was? Second-guess your taste buds

I took the spot, it's game over, never mind who next up

This bitch boss

Came for the neck, who next?

No mercy, you not shit

This bitch boss

She came in the game, no flex

Finna leave the game with yo rep

This bitch boss

Call her out, her name wrong step

Step up, gut you, then dip

This bitch boss

Come in talking that shit

And you gonna have to die about it

Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?

That phone sex the problem you should stay with

The pillow talking can get you carted away quick

You murder artists come harder and shouldn't say shit

Unless you ready to back it up why you play with

The fairer sex fairly quick, get your brain split

Full sets stuck in your chest with grace

'96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, shit

This bitch boss

Came for the neck, who next?

No mercy, you not shit

This bitch boss

She came in the game, no flex

Finna leave the game with yo rep

This bitch boss

Call her out, her name wrong step

Step up, gut you, then dip

This bitch buff

Come in talking that shit

And you gonna have to die about it