Rat Bitch

How the fuck y'all hoes winning

Y'all ain't even got a check (aye)

Diamonds on my chain got a check on my neck (yah)

No not a doll you a rat, that's a fact

I say that in all disrespect

Money on my mind, I grind for my niggas

And he say, he fucking with me

I ain't got time for these niggas

Y'all be lying to these niggas

Lying in them songs and them bitches

Weak as hell ain't even worth lying on

Got guns a lot of those

We leaving a lot of hoes

These hoes I'm tired of those

I leave em like adiós

That choppa gone send him home

I'm wit it they right or wrong

They can't go play his role

You ain't never played with them rows

So I'm told y'all hoes gone shake some

But y'all don't, what y'all on?

Y'all hoes ain't on shit y'all just broke

Oh you broke?

Bitch how you broke and you grown? (what the fuck)

No not a boss

You a worker and the type of life I live'll probably scare the average person

I ain't purpin ion see it in person than it

Ain't worth it this shit got right here have yo old hoes lurkin

Got a new nigga bout to quit him it ain't workin

They don't do shit when they see me they be nervous

This ain't fall out the sky I had to earn it and them breeches

I'll burn don't give a fuck bout who deserve em yeah we slide on bitches

Personal just business

'Cause shit'll get like that

I ain't lying we wit it

Bitches be lying on my head

They be lying to kick it

Like how I be on y'all mind

I just be minding my business

That package pending bitch we did a lot of stackin

Y'all ain't do shit but a lot of rappin

When you tired of losing bitch come holla at me

Everybody eatin I get that ball ain't gotta pass it

This our shit, this ain't shit somebody handed us

I ain't ask for bands but walk around this bitch banded up

Five bands I ain't got a job still ran it up

Bitches mad at us slide get yo shit matted up