KEEP A PRETTY PUSSY, BUT IT’S FIRE IN MY WOOD, IN MY PEN-A-CIL

💋

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

And when I come out, like henry, they in danger
Not a lot of real bitches, hmph, we endangered 
Body like a pornstar, catch me in that foreign car
Bitches don’t understand the lick-talk, foreign bar
I got her mad ‘cause i’m the better rap bitch
Only handout you can get is a slap bitch
313, where i’m from, I grew with savages
The dick big, ouu he fill me like them mattresses
My pockets stay on lean, codeine
You like a bitch who smoke vapes, no green
Don’t got no bars, got no sales/cells, virus
I’m on that track? Then I ran some, Isis
I’m in the ‘Raq with them Hellcats & Track-hawks
Ain’t never laying with a broke nigga, hats off
(No cap)
Call you cotton girl, bitch, you that soft
Office too pink, #FEMBOSS
Don’t got a gun, so a bitch’ll get maced quick
Don’t get confused, I still’ll run a fade, bitch
But i’m too pretty, high sadity
Ice cold pendant on my titty
Only rap beef is when my nigga condom on
Other than that, i’m gettin’ my Marc Jacobs on
And then I get the oxtail with the white rice
It’s like a 5 star uber, bitch, my ride nice
Box good, skin clear like water
Can’t name one bitch in the hood I ain’t daughter
Noble, ran that
Ty like “stand back”
Bitch, you jump in, he gone can that
Little bitch, mouth wreckless, catch it
You got a problem? Like ranch, bitch, ‘dress it
Hated by many, but i’m touched by none, ho
I’m with a couple baddies, Zues, like the Nunn hoe
I spit ill, get the motherfucking Mucinex
My house party, that’s where bad bitch music at
On the way ho, need my pesos
Bitches copy, call ‘em paste hoes

[Verse 2]

They want the Girly flow like trannies want menstruals 
They pick me more than niggas with afros
My body banging, Girly ain’t into gangs though
I ain’t Crip, but keep a blue-strip bankroll
These bitches don’t got it, I gotta be honest, i mean
I’m making deposits, her wallet is silent, I get it
My bars complex, stay in your complex
Wise words from Soundcloud’s best
My out of town nigga said he love my rap voice
You ain’t a girl ‘cause you got titties, you a fat boy
I been all that & some, check the stats, boy
Blunt tucked behind
his ear got the cat moist

#SPITLIKEGIRLY

[Prod. PRODBYRC2X + DB!]

PISSED OFF? (Lyrics) 🎀

(Chorus)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

bitch i don’t fuck with you, 
that’s word to big sean..

i put these hoes 
on broadway, they 
love to perform..

(Verse 1)

i’ll burn every bitch 
in that “dreamhouse”

& like a wet rag, my 
niggas let it ring out

i’ll slap every bitch 
in them comments

bad bitch, wrist & 
ears got diamonds

i guess she mad ‘cause she 
can’t get in the house party

boy you a faggot, you’ll 
never be a black barbie

i told you hoes that i’m 
not the bitch to fuck with

virgin mary, ‘cause a 
bitch can’t be fucked with

like she don’t give it up 
for real, she a fake hoe

i take the s out of slow,
‘cause your funds low

you ain’t the truth hoe, 
you spit a lot of cap shit

they hear my shit, i give
 bad bitches captions..

(Chorus)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

bitch i don’t fuck with you, 
that’s word to big sean..

i put these hoes 
on broadway, they 
love to perform..

(Bridge)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

look at this new shoe, 
lanvin sneaks on

the 4-door too, 
seats be peacan

(Verse 2)

now all a sudden bitches 
want to be the princess

like how you barbie when 
your bed is a twin set?

i’m the only princess tryna 
find where my prince is

they jumping stupid, shoot
 a fag where his dick is

like baron, let’s be real.. 
i’m your parent

i bully all these black 
bitches, i’m a karen

all these tracks i’m tearing
bitch i ball, kevin durant

and i’ll kick 
that hoe, punt

all these bitches counterfeit, 
they on they cashier

ain’t been the same since
 i came up in it last year

what don’t you get bitch? 
you’ll never be better than

you on them panels while 
i’m chasing a bag & degree

bitch how you mother? 
nobody on here respect you

i’m a ill bitch, so they 
steady saying bless you

and my niggas in them nike 
techs, they carry teks too

you ain’t got bars, so 
bitch i’ll never text you

(outro)

bitch i keep the drake, 
if bitches wanna be keke

cackle in them comments, 
i beat bitches, c-breezy

PISSED OFF?

Prod. Cozy - STREAM ON SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/album/6QgbVi1Aul9E6ObyfyHvwk?si=wgkU9tmWSUiegkol8o6hsw

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Please don’t call me twin, I don’t look like you
Bad bitch, down to the cuticle
Hop up on these beats & bitch, I bully
Kim Possible, it ain’t shit a bitch couldn’t do
Man, she couldn’t have the crown if this bitch was a dentist
Comes down to it, bitch, i’m the only Princess
Yeah, you picked the wrong bitch, like you ignored the red flags
You a loser, bitch
I know it hurts bad
You the type to run to twitter, start subbin’ a bitch
I’m the type to grab the Mac, pull the sub on a bitch 
And only time i’m a duff is when i’m duffin’ a bitch
And if it’s facts when I spit, is it really a diss?
Bitch, you got the face of a ogre
Body of a boulder
Say what the fuck I want, ain’t a bitch bolder
Like, how the fuck you shitty & you think you gonna do shit?
If i’m with Lee, then we screaming “Hadouken!”, bitch

[Verse 2]

Gave you bitches ample time, ya time’s up
Man, I black; BLM
Them signs up
And nah, my niggas not no pedophiles
But, they stay with the 9
She said she not a Girly fan, but them bitches be lying
My racks too big, oou
You ran through
I get green, bamboo
Get washed like shampoo
We can do this all day, everyday, one take
Choose wisely, bitch, and don’t make no mistakes
They say my price ridiculous
I don’t like you bitches
If I don’t get my way, then i’ma throw some hiss fits
But, I won’t throw hiss fits, ‘cause I get my way
And you on the bench
Bitch, you gets no play
Ya dig?

ONE TAKE

A DIRECT HIT TO THE IMPOSTERS! 
#TAEMARI 
#MONTE

PLAYAAJ-IMPOSTER FT.(TAE & MONTE)

[Prod. Xani]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 1]

Yo, when they see me, they salute the princessa
X in the box, ‘cause can’t no bitch check her
Oh, you want my time?
Where yo check, huh?
Told that nigga give me them racks, put it in my Denim Telfar

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 2]

Intrinsically, i’m badder than hoes
I’m rap goals, ya nigga know
Pussy taste like cinnamon roll
Don’t gotta depend on rap friends, or whack trends
Icount my m’s up in this Benz, & stand on biz

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)
Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)

DENIM TELFAR

Here I Go 
NovaGalore - [Single] [prod. KEONAMIRI]
℗ 2024 NovaGalore

Bitch it’s Nova-
Uh bitch it’s NovaGalore
Mmmwah!

Awl shit, here I go
Walk thru still shittin' on hoes
Mean ho, still hittin’ on hoes
Bars still hit, ion miss them hoes
Whole lotta hits, I ain't gotta diss hoes
Fake views, I ain't gotta get those
I cut you off like how long ago?
Girl why the fuck is you still in my clothes?

I'm a problem, and you can’t solve it
If it’s a shot, you know I'ma call it
I'm on yo neck like a stiff ass mullet
He between my legs? He gotta be ballin’
On DND, boy why is you callin?
Come get yo fade ho why is you stallin?
It really ain’t yo business, but yes, me and yo nigga been talkin’
I got yo nigga on demon time
Don’t worry about me and mine
I don’t celebrate valentines day, but he still asked if he could be mine
Like no, nigga I don’t want you
To be yo bitch? I don’t want to
They say Nova don’t care bout shit
Uh..bitch am I supposed to?

Awl shit, here I go
Walk thru still shittin' on hoes
Mean ho, still hittin’ on hoes
Bars still hit, ion miss them hoes (Mwah, Mwah)
You my maid, ho wash my clothes
I’m bringing my girls, so bring yo bros
Come hop up in this rolls, bitch we finna go to Pappadeaux

I look betta than you, and you, and you, dats why y’all mad at me
I ain't talm bout a clue, my cheese blue, I spend it happily
I'm inna front, bitch you inna back of me, and sorry but that's what it has to be
How you talking shit bout me, when you got long, stank and ashy feet
My purse from india, baljeet, I’m so muhfuckin bossy
Got a whole bunch of birkin bags, and ain’t one of 'em cost me
I hopped on a PJ to New York, cause i heard they got good coffee
I'm looking fa me a Kia Boy, shoutout to Milwaukee
Ya hoes got me rollin’, I ain't talm bout ray
You ain’t eating this cat? What you talm bout bae
Lick on this ice-cream, bombay
Wanna live? do what I say
Like why do you bitches mock me?
Be original ho don’t copy
I love pink, and I’m a troll
But I’m not princess poppy

Awl shit, here I go
Walk thru still shittin' on hoes
Mean ho, still hittin’ on hoes
Bars still hit, ion miss them hoes
Steppin’ out, lemme strike a pose
Damn, I’m sick of you dyke ass hoes
Keep ya freaky asses off my dick
Magic mike ass hoes

Haha
NovaGalore
Mwah!

Here I Go [prod. KEONAMIRI]

LBOL (Little Bit Of Loving)
NovaGalore - [Single]
℗ 2024 NovaGalore

Pops Gum
Pops Gum
Pops Gum

Lov-ing, give me a lil bit of that, booty like a apple, and yo baby took a bit of dat
A boss bitch, is what I'm considered as, gross bitch, get up out my face and eat yo chitterlings
Nigga in my DM, it ain't nice to meet him, bet not don't let me find out, that you got a BM
I do not want to be up in no drama, so I rode his face and sent him back to his mama

(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of

Hair from Puerto Rico, you is a funky ho, I'm on they motherfucking ass, like it's money owed
Since 2022, I been in this jungle, Pretty-Gang like hair, we come in a bundle
First you got Key, from NYC, next, The Dolly, she's so pretty
Then The Girly, sittin' on her pinks seats, then you got Zai'lyn, she's so lovely

(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of
(Lovinggggg)
Give me a little bit of

Hey
Hey
Give me a little bit of
Hey
Hey
Give me a little bit of
Hey
Hey
Give me a little bit of
I'm out
It's NovaGalore

LBOL (Little Bit Of Loving)

Who Else
NovaGalore - [Single]
℗ 2024 NovaGalore

Who else gone show these rap hoes?
Who else gone show these rap niggas?
Everybody know my name, everybody know my body
Everybody know i’m that, nigga
Hop out, roll the weed in the back nigga
Skinny bitch, but i love me a fat nigga
No cap, I’ll get my boyfriend to buss a cap in a cap nigga, b-bodybag niggas
It’s stars in my ceiling, to remind myself that i’m winnin’, and you hoes losing
I’m witcho man, we coolin’, he just got done jimmy choo-ing
Bitches can’t do what i’m doing
They paralyzed, they can’t move how i’m moving
I hit the stage, they was screaming & shouting
That ho hit stage, they was shoo-ing and boo-ing
They boo-hooing, I’m crying
I ain't just laughing, I’m dying
To be the boss bitch? They trying
You pretty rich? what? Girl stop lying
You pretty broke bitch, wanna start beef? Let’s go bitch
Got a Florida nigga and he so rich
Which one of these rap hoes get a yes? Hm, no bitch
My switch a tranny, like bambii 
My house gated, closed in like sandy’s 
I caught yo boyfriend eye like candy
And now the boy is mine, no brandy (uhn)
Bitch do you understand me?
I'm so fly, can’t no bitch land me
I’m so kunty, I’m so banjee
Her nigga love to fuck me cause he ain’t gotta buy plans b’s (bitch)

Who else? (Who else?)
Who else gone show these rap hoes?
Who else gone lead the muhfuckn way?
Who else gone teach these wack hoes?
Who else? (Who else?)
Who else gone get the big booty hoes up out they seat?
Who else run this shit like Nova?
Who else gone show 'em how to do it like me?
(How to do it like me)
Who else? (Who else?)
Who else gone boss like this? (Who else?)
Who else? (Who else?)
Who else gone teach these hoes how to talk like this?
Who else gone set a bitch off like this?
Who else make a nigga pay fa the kitty cause it cost like this?
(Who else?)
Who else so damn pretty, make a ugly ho sit in awe like this?

Fake who? Ho I'm real life
You the mistress, I'm the real wife
I go hard as bitch and these soft rap hoes be dying to know what that feel like
Corey don’t know what being out the closet feels like
I gotta big mean ass, but it feels nice 
Uh huh I’m a smart bitch, like a scientist
My name prolly shoulda been bill nye
Nova so goddamn important
Hoes is pigs, they porkin’
I get dick and cheese
But I ain't talking bout what’s under yo foreskin
Yo man so glad that he got me
You bitches mad that y’all not me
When they yell “who’s IT?”
Hm, all you hoes betta say “not me”

Who Else

Bankrupt (feat. The Girly)

Prod. DB!

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 1: The Girly]

I came in, 16, spittin’ ill to you
I’m 18, still ill, never healed for you
I let ‘em hang, that’s Emmett Till (A Mattel) for you
Not Armstrong, why the fuck would I kneel (Neil) for you?
I’m back to slaughterin’ bitches that ain’t on my pivot
My finger a glacier, my Telfar on denim
I’m covered in carnage, & bitch, I spit venom
Can these bitches do what I do? I’m like “No way!”
Fresher than that Colgate
If you think you Princess, little bitch, you sniffing Snow White, oh, wait!
Oh, wait, hold the fuck up
Bitches got life fucked up
Bitches always fumblin’ the ball, pick your nuts up
They call me “Ruth”, and bitch, I’ll handle her
These bitches is amateurs 
Itchin’ for response, so this song what I granted her
Man, these bitches ain’t talkin’ to me
Fuckin’ on you, then he fuckin’ a beast
Fuckin’ with me, then he fuck with a G
Only a beast when i’m rippin’ these beats
Most decorated bitch
Rock every wig that I rap & been in every whip (Facts)
So tell these hoes to bow it down

[Bridge: The Girly]

Ayo

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Slaughter these bitches, then i’ma skin ‘em like where nudes be

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

Did it for press and bitch, now your face where the news be

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Bitch, you want the speed? 
I’ll crash shit, Mr. Mosbey

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

All this ICE I got on me, got Latinas in a frenzy

[Verse 2]

(SILLY WHORE)

watch her face drop (drop)
when this shit drop (drop)

couldnt do the rap shit, i took over the rap shit
now bitches tryna do pop (what?)

bitch couldnt chew, couldn't even nom onnit
bitch couldnt rap, couldn't keep Anam onnit

waist so skinny let me do a line on it
how tf you get a beat and couldn't ride onnit

gotta watch these bitches, bitches fake they so fictitious
bitches rapping bout materials, now girl lets be realistic 

lying in yo raps that shit pitiful 

why so serious? so literal 

piss a bitch off like a urinal

nail this shit down like a cuticle 

all these stones on my neck (brr) 
chinchilla on new (fur)
marry to the money bitch
yea i gotta new sur (sir)

sick bitch mind twisted, you only spit hard when its dick bitch

bitches wanted me to pop, so i pop off like pants on a big bitch

yo girly girly should i carry carry?
shitting on these hoes like im bad with dairy 

everything white ms carrie carrie
i keep fire work, put it in reverse terry

bitch yo shit on dr seuss, bitch you better than um, WHO?!

bitch yo shit falling down, gravity, now let me call up soos

( got a new body bag, all you bitches going sad. all these bitches supa mad while i’m out here popping all these tags....HAHAA OOP)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 3]

Yo, Pretty Gang, why these bitches be so undercover?

(Purcosex)
I would hate too, bitch, i’m pretty than a motherfucker

(The Girly)
Yo, like why the fuck they gotta envy? 
Y’all gotta be some dumb hoes..

 To ever think that y’all could end me

[Verse 4]

Cannot get one up on me, all these hoes look up to me
Soundcloud, who the fuck be Mother? 
Bitch, they screaming “G”

YEA!
What I done, they couldn’t do that
New flash, you bitches ain’t on that 
If I was you, bitch, I would’ve fall back
But I got you looking stupid, with your dumb ass

They cosplaying as white bitches, i’ma kill, I don’t fight bitches
They keep makin’ all these fuckin’ misses, but not wifed bitches
He said “Bum, Bum, Bum” I got funds, funds, funds
Put ‘em on yo fuckin’ head & get you gone, gone, gone
I’m the one

Umbrellas

No Sight (Prod. Varkis)

LYRICS: 

BLITZ: 

i’m only in places where money reside 
i’m straight on these bitches like hetero
got rainbow money i feel like it’s pride 
i’m moving sum shit come from mexico 
not sparing these bitches ain’t no second chances 
look at they numbers they very low 
how you tryna catch up but chu very slow 
ian beefin wit bitches i barley know ah 

i can get these bitches gone for a band 
got bullets in bulk for a bitch like i’m sam’s 
i can say im undefeated cause who really winnin when they go against a real champ 
the illest i got me a cough still on they ass i make bitches wanna go revamp 
call me a 10 i’m sum like a gram 
turn niggas on bitch i feel like a lamp

uh and while they on clown shit i be getting to it
bitches coulda been got a feature they on weird shit so they been blew it 
they wanna get interactions so bitches do anything to say that we into it 
i’m winnin while you bitches been losin
entitled so it go how i view it 

do it 
move it 
prove it 
don’t do no talkin i don’t do no provin 
u-hauling bitches tell em get to movin 
bet if i pull out they get to groovin 
ian fall for that shit like you gotta come harder like who the fuck you think you foolin 
and they can’t do shit unless im approvin 
808 beating bitches i be boomin 

got so many shooters i pull up on bitches out numbered like call it a blitz 
it’s really that serious bitches know to watch they mouth cause they knowin how it can get 
like what do you mean my niggas will spread a bitch open dat choppa make em do the splits 
these bitches get numbers and think they can rap im sorry lil baby but you need to quit 

first year 50k 
i’m the one these bitches they lookin fo 
check my page you can see it i’m the one these bitches checkin fo 
drop when i want ain’t no rush they gon tune in cause im better ho 
money drop in a envelopes 
teachin bitches like take ya notes 

alright let me chill 
ass so fat like cop a feel 
hot commodity big deal 
i’m the one who’s really ill 
i’m the one that’s trained to kill 
this ain’t for play this not a drill 
high maintenance keep a fill 
piping hot like bring the grill 

uh bitch i’m 22 on 22s 
what ima get in today so many options i got plenty coupes 
eating you bitches feelin obese never hungry i got plenty food 
flow nasty like attitude 
talk shit i’m hella rude 



BOSS 2: 

that’s so ironic 
they say i’m iconic 
pull up get my money then i dash like im sonic 
man this choppa like a mutant it got me feeling bionic 
spinnin in sum all black got bitches thinkin we gothic 

i be wanting all the smoke like a fein now tell me who got it 
ian pullin up for free gotta book me like im in college 
im the one that’s gonna solve it if bitches havin a problem 
i be skippin to my cheese nigga run me my cottage 

yea it really get like that 
ain’t never stressing bout no money ima get right back 
run through niggas like a plumber like i been piped that 
i’m only right for a nigga that’s why he been swiped that 

sharp shooters man my niggas been sniped that 
bossy the boss i’m a boss feel like i got life hacked 
and i be ballin on bitches and now i feel like shaq
and tell these bitches give it up cause all they shit been whack 

i’m dropping every other month but my page still do numbers 
like climate change they done brought a cold bitch to summer
i only get em for his money i dont wanna be lovers 
im covered in money butter cant see the floor money clutter

BLITZ / BOSS II

Said he was a Cancer, I can be your cap match, We can do that 69 symbol, on your snapchat, Freaky, like a Libra, come and make my back crack, you know ima hide your glock, in my backpack, (yuh)

Delirious, said he an Aquarius, nigga just,  discipline me, Sagittarius, I fuck with them scorpios, cuz they so spontaneous, Tempered, like a Aries, Can’t no nigga tame her, 

Pretty, like a Leo, but, you know im dangerous, i love me a Taurus, we speak money language, 
Different, like a Gemini, masculine, and feminine, pressence, like a Virgo, all the niggas feeling her, 

I can be your dime piece, sorta like a Pisces,
he say I'm his type, but I'm quite indecisive, 
you can be my twin sign, jus let the lights dim some, 

Baby, when you look in my eyes, throw they trance up, 

Cuz I can be your dime piece, you jus be my pisces, you can be my dream boy, and I can be your wifey, ambitious like a Capricorn, I like nice things,  (nice) you can be my twin sign, you can be my twin sign, 

Keep away from bullshit, I just wanna lay up, 
Show me round your town, where you from? Where you stay at, 

I aint tryna go back & forth, you my baby, we can sit up, by the fireplace, tell me how your day was, 

Fuck your astrology, no matter what it say. Boy you own me, i think you the one my little babe, 
Boy, control me, we only soul tied, cuz we soulmates, 

Come quick baby, for i have to take a toll man, 

Cuz I can be your dime piece, you jus be my pisces, you can be my dream boy, and I can be your wifey, ambitious like a Capricorn, I like nice things,  (nice) you can be my twin sign, you can be my twin sign, 

℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

Twin Sign

BIG DIFFERENCE

Street Code (feat. MEZ) [prod. rico859]
NovaGalore, MEZ - [Single]
℗ 2025 NovaGalore

I'm in that Maison Marg’, you a mother-fucking simp, son
A damn life, you hoes need to go get one
No fucking around, cause my niggas carry big guns
You got a pile of money, bitch, I got a shit ton
Throw this ass back, it move like water, he give it a tap
Niggas see me strutting down they block, now I'm getting attacked
(Nova can I get yo), Hell nawl, nigga, move back
I know that's why you mad, bitch, come get yo dude back
They see me do something new, now they think they can do that
I'm up in that Jimmy-Choo, you had to take yo shoes back
Topless with my bitches, in that coupe, let the roof back
And best believe, if that bitch shoot, I'ma shoot back

Run that money up, and stay down, that's the street code
And bitch, you bet not run yo mouth, if you get R.I.C.O'd
Broke bitch, yo cars and yo clothes getting repo'd
Let off hella shots, I know they ready for the reload
Yea, ho, I'm sticking to the street code (I'm sticking to the street code)
I'm sticking sticking to the street code (Bitch, I'm sticking to the street code)
Bitch, I'm sticking to the street code
Let off hella shots, I know they ready for the reload

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Talk slick, I clips, don't fight, I fund
Put a price on a opp, that's a refund son
Pull up in the six-hun, you was fixin' to run
Uh, I gets it poppin little daddy, where ya cash at?
Hand me my duffle, rubber bands, where the stash at?
I told 'em back back, matta fact? Scratch that
If it ain't about a check, then nigga know I'm past that (bow)
Yo, I got the cheat code, pretty bitch street code
Make 'em pay attention, every-time that I reload
I'm inna high states, every move on beast mode
Neva chase a nigga, money running like a speedboat
Now tell 'em knock it off, bitches tryna profit off
Meet me in the front, play the back, if ya pockets soft
Now tell 'em knock it off, bitch, I'm 'bout to pop it off
Heavy on the wrist, ask Siri, I don't take a loss

Run that money up, and stay down, that's the street code
And bitch, you bet not run yo mouth, if you get R.I.C.O'd
Broke bitch, yo cars and yo clothes getting repo'd
Let off hella shots, I know they ready for the reload
Yea, ho, I'm sticking to the street code (I'm sticking to the street code)
I'm sticking sticking to the street code (Bitch, I'm sticking to the street code)
Bitch, I'm sticking to the street code
Let off hella shots, I know they ready for the reload (ow)

Now tell 'em knock it off, bitches tryna profit off
Meet me in the front, play the back, if ya pockets soft (uh)
Now tell 'em knock it off, bitch, I'm 'bout to pop it off
Heavy on the wrist, ask Siri, I don't take a loss
Now tell 'em knock it off, Birkin bags, I cop 'em all
Meet me in yo bedroom, if you tryna top me off (uh)
Now tell 'em run it back, me and Mezzy coming back
Bitch, you better act like you know, with your dumb ass

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