[Ice Spice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Ice Spice]
I don't even got to say much, everybody knows (Like)
And it ain't just niggas, I could take these niggas hoes (Yeah)
I-I land from a PJ, buildin' to the fortieth floor (Damn)
W-watchin' bitches speak on shit they'll truly never know about
Poppin' up, showin' out
Bitches wanna take my space (Like)
[Ice Spice]
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Like)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my f (Grrah)
Get out my f (Grrah)
Get out my f
Get out my f
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face
Matter fact, give me space (Like)
Matter fact, give me time
Matter fact, give me māthā
Matter fact, make me a mom (Like)
[Ice Spice]
And I'm outside with the slimes (Like)
And I'm outside with the gangy
Label scared for my safety (Like)
Told them they can't change me (Grrah)
JPG on the shirt (Shirt)
??? for the pump
No matter where in the world, my 'ooter a geek, ten shots for the dump (Grrah)
It's pokin' out from the side (Woah), you can see my shit from the front
I was never afraid to fight (Nope)
I was never the one to run
I was always numéro one (Damn)
You ain't comin' correct? You done (Damn)
Begone
[Ice Spice]
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Like)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my f (Grrah)
Get out my f (Grrah)
Get out my f
Get out my f
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face
Matter fact, give me space (Like, grrah)
Matter fact, give me time (Like, damn)
Matter fact, give me māthā (Give me that)
Matter fact, make me a mom
[Ice Spice]
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face (What)
[Lil Yachty]
X pill's make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
I got a bitch headed right out to blanco
I only wan' hit it like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him on Ronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
These pockets stuffed out like cilantro
[Lil Yachty]
I dip in her 'Vette, made it mine (What?)
Whip up a bitch, she fine
Never will I steal your shine
We ain't never geeked on them in a penthouse
I done hit so many hoes, almost turnt myself in
Thought it was a crime (Hoo)
Girl, you look good, like ya mom
I'm tryna see y'all aligned, my baby
I'm down to come for the fine, my baby
One-on-one, one of a kind, my baby
Ink up, but y'all don't do mines, my baby
You gotta get with the times, my baby
Talk to your fakes, talk to fakes if you're truly mine, my baby
[Ice Spice & Lil Yachty]
Everything peachy, everything come with a risk (Coochie, ooh, risky)
Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to close my fist
The udder gon' spin like a DVD, stop disk (Ooh, spin, ooh)
And these hoes is mad, they pissed, but won't do shit (Won't do nothin', bro)
They mad, but won't do shit
They mad, but won't do shit
They mad, but won't do shit (Won't do nothin', bro)
They mad, but won't do shit
They mad, but won't do shit
Aha, aha
[Lil Yachty]
X pill's make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
I got a bitch headed right out to blanco
I only wan' hit it like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him on Ronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
These pockets stuffed out like cilantro
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