Aye, look
I don't give a fuck about the next bitch, she lame (Dummy)
I don't give a fuck about the next bitch, she
Yeah, okay let's go
Body bag
Body bag
Body bag
I don't give a fuck about the next bitch, she lame
And I don't give a fuck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different bitch, me and her is not the same
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O
Two things I ain't never been and that's a bitch or a hoe
I need them racks if you gon' book me for a motherfuckin' show
Yeah, they know fucked up when they let a P bitch through the do'
Ok look bitch
Na na na boo boo
Yo' nigga love me (Ha!)
He gon' spend them racks before I ever let him touch me (nigga what?)
Zip up your pants, I want that neck, you cannot fuck me (Ew)
Yeah he know I'm prettier than a bitch, but I get ugly
Bitch!
I will kill you and let my cousin do a TikTok on yo' grave (Hoe!)
Let a hoe try me and I'mma bust her ass like Dave
I don't fuck with none of these bitches, they can't even get a wave (Bye!)
I just heard yo' album, it wasn't givin' what it was 'posed to have gave
I could be at my wedding and I still wouldn't trust a nigga
True shit
Opp bitches hating linking up and taking group pics
I don't give a fuck about no rap bitch, I do this
Yo' nigga a thot I'm in his mouth like a toothpick
Super slut, he gon' give it up he like my music
I don't give a fuck about the next bitch, she lame
And I don't give a fuck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different bitch, me and her is not the same
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name
These bitches know what's up with me
I walk in any room I feel the tension bitches muggin' me
It's cause they niggas lovin' me
But yo' nigga a dub to me
I treat him like a fly cause he a gnat and he be buggin' me
Big Leo ain't no touchin' me
Hoe watch yo mouth before you come up missin'
I don't throw no slugs but you will die for doing all that dissin'
Hoe you ain't no bully you a bitch stop with all that fiction
'Cause when I seen her she was shakin', throwing up and pissin'
Yeah, body bag
Body bag
Body bag
Bitch come out the house I'm on yo' block I'm in a Pontiac
Cold word that's why I swing a stick and wear a hockey mask
Bitches say it's up when they see me (Okay)
I don't give a fuck about the next bitch, she lame
And I don't give a fuck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different bitch, me and her is not the same
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name
Pussy hoe stay in yo' place
The shit they say on Twitter they wouldn't say it to my face
They gon' make me catch a case
Get 'em gone without a trace
Hoes wanna fight me?
Fight yo' stylist for that lace
That shit is a disgrace
Aye, it's a marathon not a race
I'm takin' my time I know my pace
Shoutout Keke that's my ace
And we walk around with sticks this ain't no mace
Hoes broke, but me I'm laughing to the bank shoutout to Chase
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