Real Bitch

Real bitches back in

I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend

I'ma show you rap hoes how to get y'all shit off

Yeah

First thing first (huh?)

I ain't gotta fuck a rap nigga for a verse (not at all)

And I ain't never let a nigga treat me for a purse

So all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (work)

You bitches sleezy, this shit way to easy

City lil' me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy (I'm puttin' on)

I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game wheezy (hah-hah)

Put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me, I'm gettin' greedy

I'm not sweet, I check hoes (check 'em)

Steady shittin' on these bitches, where the Pepto

Your nigga want a taste, I give him wet nose

Takin' bitches' niggas, ho you lucky if you make it home

I'ma real bitch (real bitch), don't fold

Fuck a nigga get paid, that's code (that's code)

I don't choose, bad bitches get chose

These hoes way too weak, I'm cold

I'ma real bitch (real bitch), don't fold

Fuck a nigga get paid, that's code (that's code)

I don't choose, bad bitches get chose

These hoes way too weak, I'm cold

I'ma real bitch, with a real bag

Ayy, word to Miami, bitch, I'm real bad

New nigga, new money that's a real grab

I ain't stuntin' no nigga that I been had

I'ma real bitch, you a fake bitch, red flag (red flag)

What you doin'? Nothin' shit, makin' hoes mad (on God)

Bitch, I just signed with QC and got a big bag (big bag)

And finna show you why these ratchet bitches real bad

Watch me take yo' nigga, like I take his dick

He want dog ass bitch, until I show him some tricks (come here)

I'm a big dog, bitch, don't compare me to simps (don't compare me, ho)

My two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp'?

My neck and my wrist

He ain't gotta cheque, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Doggin' these niggas every time that I spit

Say he want jayda, I done came up on a lick

Ice out my neck, and my wrist

He ain't gotta cheque, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Doggin' these niggas every time that I spit

Say he want jayda I done came up on a lick

Nigga, run me that shit

(KayKay)

These bitches be fake, no plastics no prosthetics I’m a real bitch

it’s just apart of my aesthetic. Me and flawda finna run up a check bitch.

Money flow is endless because we stay on making trends bitch.

We just like that, start shit and then don’t write back. Tussle with me bitch I’ll sure fight back.

You acting like I don’t bite back, bitch please I’m all about that.

My growl is hard like my bark, my bark hurts just like my bite.

Who she think she impressing the shit is just depressing.

She bring up the same subjects every night.

I’m a real bitch. I’m really fucking bitchy. I know they hate me but they keep up with me.

Always on pages trying to fucking diss me. You should just bow down because I keep fucking winning.

I know these hoes like to pretend I’m not winning.

Don’t lie I see it in your eyes, you mad I got it like that but I’m sweet as pie.

Guess you gotta get to know me to be a friend of mine.

Told her keep her man because he ain’t my type of guy I got in mind.

My word game is strong, I’m built different all these haters around me

Laced me up and now they steady tripping.

(KayKay out back too ya flawda)