NDA

I ain't perfect

But anything I did to any of you niggas

Y'all deserved it

You see me in that mode

Don't disturb me when I'm workin'

Lil' bitch you better back up

Don't know what be in these purses

And I ain't say: Excuse me

'Cause I did that shit on purpose

Yeah, you see a star up in this bitch

You know I brought a hundred black cars in this bitch

Neat freak, I don't like nobody touchin' on my shit

So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this bitch (ayy, ayy, ah)

Ridin' by myself, shoppin' bag in the backseat

Niggas with the money to they ear don't attract me

Fly out the country

Let a prince nigga bag me

Nympho, known to do a nigga pockets nasty (ah)

Bitches hatin' on me

But it's cool, niggas love me

Body bangin'

I ain't had to let the doctor cut me

Sick of bein' humble

'Cause you bitches don't respect that

And the next one of y'all hoes wanna get bold, I'm gon' check that

And the next one of y'all blogs wanna spread lies, I'm gon' sue you

And the next bitch that break my NDA, that go for you too

Now listen to me 'cause I'm givin' you bitches a warning

You gon' have to pay me forever tryna be corny

Ayy, I'm from the city of the drank sippers, slidin', ridin' paint drippers (yeah)

Bitches so bad

Got the famous niggas datin' strippers

Choppin' all the music

So you know I'm kinda screwed up

Wrist so icy

Turn the drank into a cool cup

Goin' through so some shit

So I gotta stay busy

Bought a 'Rari, I can't let the shit I'm thinkin' catch up with me (yeah, catch up with me)

If they say they see me outside of a bookin', that was kizzy

Barely be at home, but I still put on for my city

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)

Where's all the real niggas at?

Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back

Where's all the real niggas at?

Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ah)

How many more ways

Can I say that I'm the baddest bitch?

I walk in and bitches grab they nigga

That's a compliment

'Cause you know in his head, he wanna spread me like a condiment

He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it

You know I keep it realer than real

Ain't shit 'bout me fraudulent

They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it

When they shit ain't poppin', they usin' Megan for marketing (yeah)

And they ain't got enough in they budget for me to talk to them (no)

I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down (I won't)

Bitch, make a move or keep that shit up on the playground

'Cause I ain't finna stop until I make it to the t-in-op

And I do everything that all my haters said I could not (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And it look like Poseidon just be slidin' on my wristwatch

I hope that you ain't shoppin' when I'm shoppin', you get kicked out

I gotta watch my back, 'cause I forget that I'm the shit now

I walk up in the studio pissed off and lay that shit down

Matter fact, wait, stop, bitch, I really rap

I be quick to check you pussy bitches like a pap

Kill a bitch, all I need is a pencil and a pad

Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am

Damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)

Where's all the real niggas at?

Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)

Nigga, damn, where the real bitches at?

I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, real bitches back)

Where's all the real niggas at? (Ayy, ayy)

Free the guys, bring the real niggas back