Stop playin’ with ’em, Riot
Grrah
Shittin’ on bitches my hobby, I be going dumb and I’m feeling euphoric (Grah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (Grr, grah)
I make ’em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grah)
I’m ’bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin’ to notice
These bitches ain’t from where I’m from (Grah)
I’m from the X, beat on a bitch like it’s fun (Like it’s fun)
Damn, I’m so pretty and young
They say I’m next, like, “Ice Spice you really the one” (I’m next)
Okay, she mad ’cause I’m takin’ her spot
Bitches be needin’ niggas to get hot like (Like what?)
Bitch, I’m a baddie, I’m used to the spotlight (Grah, grah)
Don’t you compare me to bitches I’m not like (Suck my dick)
Grah, I got issues
Think I’m a bitch? Then come see what this bitch do
Hop out the V and I promise I’ll blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart like you better not lose it (Facts)
Fuck on ya bro like this shit is amusing (Word, grah)
Shittin’ on bitches my hobby, I be going dumb and I’m feeling euphoric (Grah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (Grr, grah)
I make ’em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grah)
I’m ’bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin’ to notice
I’m smoking on za like a hippie (Word)
If she a baddie, I tell her get wit’ me (Get wit’ me)
I’m finna to Pooh on these bitches like Winnie
I do my dance on a nigga like Diddy (Grah)
I’m ’bout to gas him, I’m poppin’ a titty (Grah)
He lovin’ the way it get sticky (Baow)
He a gangsta, I let him get in me
I feel like the baddest lil bitch in my city (Word)
You not a barbie, it’s giving dirty
I fuck her up then I get sturdy, grah, grah (Suck my dick)
I don’t need luck if I’m poppin’ this perky (Word)
Watch me get lit by the end of the summer
I’ma get rich and that’s word to my mother
(Grah, uh, grah)
I’ma get rich and that’s word to my mother
Shittin’ on bitches my hobby, I be going dumb and I’m feeling euphoric (Grah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (Grr, grah)
I make ’em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grah)
I’m ’bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin’ to notice
