Uh, it's the Queensleys Nine months, motherfuckin' pregnant, like, what? I'm booed Side up, what up? Detroit, ooh Lil' nigga wanna try it I told him Black Lives Matter, I'ma riot, ooh Ass fat, I had to buy it Ain't a nigga alive that's gon' deny it This nigga makin' me feel erotic, uh He a freak like Giannis, to be honest I hope one day we do a plate date with Adonis, ooh I bought my cake, get your bacon out You don't want that real smoke, get your vapin' on Egg rice, turkey bacon on Ain't in the restaurant, but I'm the bitch they been waitin' on Gotta pop tags, bitches fightin' in them hammered-down bags It's sad, Burberry Plaid You in that drip that I already had They wanna see you do your dance Do that thing, poke out them pants If it don't, then I got plans Bam, just got a summertime tan Bam, bitches puttin' dollars on your head Niggas violatin' the gang or in the bed Lady in the street, but a freak ho in the bed Chopper on him, that's my shooter in the red Lil' nigga can't keep my pussy out his hands Fuck a last minute, gotta book me in advance Been a bad girl and I'm tryna get spanked Pretty little body, but my face looks tight I be in the truck that cost your whole house Bitches in my tip, man, butt don't come close If you wanna celebrate the best, then come toast Bitches ain't sayin' nothin' but doin' the utmost Heard he wanna chew on my edible panties Even when I tell him, see you tomorrow, he can't leave Got the off-white sneakers, rockin' a tan weave When I come, I grab Simba, it's the stampede Lil' bitch wanna ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Get right beside me, I'ma get in that thing, get to slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic She gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck about her mollusk And her grandma, I'm related to the winings Ooh, that's the shit that I like You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ You ain't never had a pipe, at least not this kind I'ma fuck you all night off a perk Off a burp bag, yeah Lil' bitch with the hurt bag What a work, hmm, what a work, yeah My young niggas wakin' up to Saturday They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans, baby Whole lot of choppers on your ass Tramp, we just puttin' dollars on your head Snitchin' that snake ass, momma to the feds Lil' brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands Got a real hood rat sucky on my hands Hustle like a blues, rollin' cookies on they ass I be in the payroll and cookies on they ass I be in the nervous, D-Weed got me as busted Cos' Sada can't be jealous if we don't never stress I can see the booty from the bottom, that thang could double-decker If a white boy showin' that thang, he sound decker Heard you was a chore and that thang had a collector I be poppin' all the pills like hip flexors These drugs ain't a joke, my nigga, I'm just tellin' Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans, baby Whole lot of choppers on your ass Thanks for watching!