Today may be all about love, that’s cute and all but the day gotta end some way. To the bitches who don’t got a man, here’s a devious dicking to wake you up out of them delusions.

[   L  Y  R  I  C  S   ]

[   C H O R U S   ]

I’MA TRENDSETTER

THESE BITCHES WATCH MY EVERY MOVE. COPY EVERYTHING I DO, WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA PROVE

IMA TRENDSETTER

THEY COPY EVERY SINGLE FLOW AND THAT SHIT STARTING TO SHOW AND THEY SWEAR I DON’T KNOW

I’MA TRENDSETTER

THESE BITCHES WATCH MY EVERY MOVE. COPY EVERYTHING I DO, WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA PROVE

IMA TRENDSETTER

THEY COPY EVERY SINGLE FLOW AND THAT SHIT STARTING TO SHOW AND THEY SWEAR I DON’T KNOW

I’MA—

[   V E R S E   O N E   ]

MY HATERS IS MY BIGGEST FANS, I CAN’T STAND EM

THESE BITCHES LOOK HELLA STUPID, LIKE THEY STAND DUMB

I RAP CIRCLES ‘ROUND THESE HOES LIKE THE SUN COME

CAN’T TIE MY TUBES SO A BITCH GOT HELLA SONS

I GOT BITCHES FOLLOWING THE LEADER

THE BITCH SAID SHE GOT THE CROWN

AIN’T MAKE A SOUND, I AIN’T SEE IT NEITHER

HOW YOU BEEN HERE FOR SO MANY YEARS AND BARS GOT WEAKER

DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHO I SOUND LIKE, JUST KNOW I RAP BETTER

FRESH OUT THE WATER, VOICE ON FISH

SLICE A PIECE OF HER, LEAVE A MESS, CALL HER DEEP DISH

FUCK PLAYS BITCH, AIN’T A GAME BUT YA BOY WALK WITH A SWITCH WITH MY HANDS ON MY HIPS

GOT TOO MUCH DIP ON MY CHIP

I RATHER BE A BIG BODY THAN A BRICK BODY

BITCHES CHANCES LOOKING REAL SLIM LIKE A SICK BODY

DECKING ALL THESE HOES, LEAVE THAT NOSE WITH A RED DOTTY

LEAVING BITCHES BALD LIKE CANCER, CALL HER SICK DOLLY

[   C H O R U S   ]

I’MA TRENDSETTER

THESE BITCHES WATCH MY EVERY MOVE. COPY EVERYTHING I DO, WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA PROVE

IMA TRENDSETTER

THEY COPY EVERY SINGLE FLOW AND THAT SHIT STARTING TO SHOW AND THEY SWEAR I DON’T KNOW

I’MA—

[   V E R S E   T W O   ]

I AIN’T CONVERSING WITH HER, MIGHT JUST TAKE HER OUT HER LACE

NO ARGUING, I’M MOBILE, BITCH I’M IN YA FACE

THE WAY I EAT THESE RAP BITCHES UP, GOTTA CLEAN PLATE

BITCHES STILL UGLY, MAD SHITTY— NEED A CLEAN SLATE

RAPPING ‘BOUT THAT FAKE WEALTH, HOE RESPECT YA SELF

BOUT TIME YOU TOOK THAT WIG OFF, PUT IT BACK ON THE SHELF

THROW SOME WATER ON THAT WITCH, WATCH HER FACE MELT

A POP WAS HAD, BITCH I MAKE NOISE LIKE THE NFL

TITTIES BOUNCING LIKE A BUNNY WAY I’M DRESSING WITH THESE KARATS

THINKING THAT THEY FUCKING WITH ME BUT CAN’T EVEN TOSS MY SALAD

THESE DIZZY BITCHES AIN’T RAPPING, THEY BETTER OFF SINGING BALLADS

TALKING ‘BOUT FACE CARDS BUT YOURS AIN’T VALID

[   C H O R U S   ]

I’MA TRENDSETTER

THESE BITCHES WATCH MY EVERY MOVE. COPY EVERYTHING I DO, WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA PROVE

IMA TRENDSETTER

THEY COPY EVERY SINGLE FLOW AND THAT SHIT STARTING TO SHOW AND THEY SWEAR I DON’T KNOW

I’MA TRENDSETTER

TRENDSETTER

[   C   H  O  R  U  S   ]

“BAD BITCH”. YEAH, I HEAR THAT SHIT EVERY DAY

WHEN I POP UP AT THE SPOT, ALL THESE NIGGAS IN MY FACE

BITCHES AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY?

( YEAH, THEY AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY? )

“BAD BITCH”. YEAH, I HEAR THAT SHIT EVERY DAY

WHEN I POP UP AT THE SPOT, ALL THESE NIGGAS IN MY FACE

BITCHES AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY?

( YEAH, THEY AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY? )

[   VERSE 1   ]

I’M WALKING IN THE GAME WITH MY HEAD UP AND MY CHEST OUT

BITCHES BE SO EVIL, FUCK THE EYE, THEY GET LEFT OUT

HEARD MY HATERS TUNED IN, SOMEONE TELL THEM BITCHES WATCH OUT

WANTED ME TO DIP,  I’M JUST REHEATING MY NACHOS

THESE BITCHES HATE COMPETITION CAUSE THEY CAN’T RAP

IT’S ALL FACTS, NO PRINTER BUT MY SHIT STACKED

I GOT THE GAME ON LOCK, TIGHTER THAN A FITTED CAP

BITCHES LOOKING HELLA STUFFED CAUSE THEY SO FULL OF CRAP

I’M SO HOT, NO WONDER THEY SWEAT HER

BUT MY PUSSY WETTER, BEEN RAPPING BETTER

ALL THESE BITCHES IS MY LIL FELLAS

GOT BITCHES COPYING MY FLOWS, THINKING THAT THEY SPIT BETTER

BITCHES FAKE TOUGH, HELLA SWEET CALL EM NOW OR LATERS

THERE AIN’T NO BROAD HERE THAT I WANNA BE LIKE

RAPPING CIRCLES ‘ROUND THESE HOES WITH BATON IN MY RIGHT

BUT IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GET INTO IT, LET’S FIGHT

I’LL TEACH A COUPLE LESSONS, BITCHES CALL ME SENSEI

[   C   H  O  R  U  S   ]

“BAD BITCH”. YEAH, I HEAR THAT SHIT EVERY DAY

WHEN I POP UP AT THE SPOT, ALL THESE NIGGAS IN MY FACE

BITCHES AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY?

( YEAH, THEY AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY? )

“BAD BITCH”. YEAH, I HEAR THAT SHIT EVERY DAY

WHEN I POP UP AT THE SPOT, ALL THESE NIGGAS IN MY FACE

BITCHES AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY?

( YEAH, THEY AIN’T DOING BETTER SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD THEY SAY? )

[   VERSE 2   ]

LEMME SLOW IT DOWN A BIT, ALL THESE BITCHES SLOW AS SHIT

WHEN THEY SEE A BAD BITCH, ALL THESE HOES HOP ON DICK

BEEN PRETTY MY WHOLE LIFE, NEVER NEEDED A GANG BITCH

LIVE IN YA TRUTH, BITCHES HIDING BEHIND TITLES AND COLORS AND SHIT

BITCHES CLAIM THEY GOT THE CROWN, LIKE SWIPER, I’MA SNATCH IT

LISTEN TO THEY OLD SHIT THEN THEY NOW, BITCHES IS MATCHING

THEY CAN’T BELIEVE THAT IT’S REALLY ME, THIS SHIT IS MAGIC

I’M WITH ALL THE SMOKE, LIGHT IT UP, PULL UP AND MATCH IT

I’MA BAD BITCH, YEAH, I’MA BAD BITCH

ALL THESE BITCHES TALKING SHIT BUT THEY AIN’T GON’ DO SHIT

LIKE A BITCH WAS ON FILM, YEAH, I STAY WITH THE CLIP

GOT HER NIGGA WATCHING FACE, YEAH, HE WANT A PIECE OF IT

BAD B*TCH

Prod. iceboy

Lyrics:

Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain't Maybelline
It's time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, 'cause my respect, I'll kill 'bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It's time for plan Columbine, I'm sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain't Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don't think it's sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it's magic
These hoes runs' ain't gone be for long, 'cause they asthmatic
I'm overseas if you wonder where I be's, honey
Walk in the club, & I'm throwin' up my rap money
And all ya music got me Jade(d), got me bored, bitch
This shit ain't working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin' bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch "Stay the fuck out my way"
Turn to a beast when I'm puttin' the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like 'Teen Beach', these bitches Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don't worry, I'm the rap game's savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in 'em
You know the choppa go "Brrrak!", like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn't
You hoes ain't kunt, man, y'all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain't conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy 'til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut 'em down, hoes won't be Back 2 Business again

The only bitch that's really 'round here makin' revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y'all?
But it's okay, 'cause I'm the 'End all, be all'
I'm crackin' up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain't even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say "I am the best at this"
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line 'em up, & I box her bitches like draws is plaid
See, y'all can't fuck with me
Don't get bread, why they duckin' me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh

ISSUES & MAGAZINES

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 1: The Girly]

We gone slaughter all these bitches, and then bathe up in they blood
If P-I-N-K on the ink, you know it’s monsters in the cut
Me & Kajo Draculaura, finna hit up Bora Bora
Bombshells in the villa, all the niggas wan’ explore us
Ain’t got’ explain, you know the name
I think I need another pad, my flow’s insane
You would think I be freein’ slaves, way I snatch chains
You worked for me, but you the Boss? Now that’s the shame
Stay in yo lane, bitch
I just wanna party
Told that boy “I’ll be the Draculaura to your Clawd if…”
You beat the kitty like it’s cruelty, but just look out for Darwin
This is Monster High, come party with the pretty corpses
Shoe game is so obnoxious
Suck they blood, I’m covered in murder
Can’t name one rap bitch I ain’t murder
I get green, yes bitch, I get Gurka
Rockin’ shit that they never heard of
Kajo Muah, let’s go to Scaris, then I wanna go to London
And if they get stupid, trap them bitches in the dungeon

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, i’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 2: Kajo Muah]

Bitches talking bout some shit that’s old as fuck, get it a cane  
How ‘bout you beat me here and now, but you’re not able, you’re just cain
And the way I’m getting chicken, you would think I’m Raising Cane
You’re a faggot and a nigger, bitch, go pick a Sugarcane
Black on beats like Sharpie in pink, my last name is Evans
And the only time I fell off, just happened to be from heaven
And my flow is the bomb, it might just work at 711
So if you acting like you fly, then my niggas go 9/11
I’m with my gang, you know the set I bang
You a chop, PF Chang, toss money, no Romain 
I Got blood on my fang, no water, but I reign 
Me and Ssychho insane, I’m master, so I keep plain chain
Guissepe my body, then I go do pilate
On the naughty list, ‘cause my attitude so Zanotti 
Nigga got that morning, wood I’ma take it down, no karate
How you talkin’ all shit, when you ain’t on shit but a potty?
What’s good?
And I fuck good
I’ma 5 star chick, and I cluck good
It’s your bed time, and I tuck good
I ball on a bitch, I don’t tuck good
I’m so opium, I’m so mother vamp 
Might go back to pink, might have to revamp
I ain’t talking no tent, when I say I’m so camp
I been the Kuntriss, I been had it stamped
I get my dough, while you bitches kneading
They on my tits, and these bitches teething
Now all y’all kunt? But I am the reason
I am a gift, and this is the season
I’m real rich bitch, I’ma real Double-R
Ima soft white girl, you a hard rr
I don’t drop no soap, but I will drop a bar
5 $ T A R R
Power and money, these bitches know I got it
I know you see my rings, bitch, I even gag the Hobbit
‘Cause I got bars for days, and I got flows for hours
And I ain’t talking no piss, got so much gold I could shower 
And it go, what’s up
Fuck the club up
I’m with blond white girls, they throwin’ that shit up 
My nigga, what’s up
We fuckin’ that shit up
If you not talking bout blood, then shut the fuck up

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 3: The Girly]

Gotta pay me for my passion, I’ma need a check for it
Double CC when you see me, yes, that’s where the check goin’
Bitch, you need to fixate
Worried ‘bout my mixtape? Pull my tranny cock out, now get on your knees & beg for it
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Ain’t no blood on your fang, you can’t hang with the crew (Ooh!)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Don’t need a nigga, I got money & fame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

FANGS

Its showtime, roll curtains
Put a bitch in a bag like birkins
My hundreds blue they smurfin
That bitch a bum she hurtin 

Rap bitches wanna flow like this
Bitch mad cus my foot up in the door like this
Bitches washed, can’t see me in a poll like this
Bitch bad from the head to the toe like this 

Trynna be E but her tank just match
Said it’s giving thick but her waist just fat
Pull up in a pink dress wraith all black 
Like a nigga glock & his face all black 

i’m scheming, i’ll body bag a she-men
her nigga take me shopping, i wanna go to neimans

lean in now lean out, this pussy bald like steve stout
Only want blue them blue strips, get VVS when we shout

Choppa get to singing it’s a ring-ding-dinging
Imma bad little bitch i’m just say say saying
Thoughtchu had a crown they was play play playing
Wanna be Elaya? You a J- j- jalen

They stupid, I make these niggas lose it
Get one look at my body, make all these niggas choose it

SHOWTIME (INTERLUDE)

double F on my thigh highs

i shit on bitches then i leave like dubai 

i’m cruising blackouts like the race, whippin drive by 

i’m from the North, but never Jolly ion say hi 

when i rap i spat it

these hoes buzz like flies, i’ma swat these bitches 

i’m low lying hiding, this my swamp lil bitches 

i don’t gotta carry teams, i’m the SWAT for bitches

and then i 

pop my lips to Arizona 

from the DMV, where hot cheeto go Arizona 

he got me saved in his camera roll like addicted hoarders 

these bitches tryna copy, i should paste a new persona

i’m switching flows, man i clench rap like burrito holders 

he tell me pop, i go pop, like i’m a can of soda 

tryna pray for me because im sliming like im sito 

these bitches tryna peak, but you can’t see my tinted windows 

i peter picked and piped em, i ain’t duckin from no smoke hoe

i hit the Kimmy and get the spinning off that Blanco 

i see their reflection like the watch i’m moving all those 

they tryna to diss me, but i’m the one that ghost your writes hoe

got my niggas movin’ blanco

i tell em hit the line
i got em crazy like its blanco

i’m whipping Johnny Cox, that means the car is color blanco 

no matter how hard you rap, your bars is giving  slop joe 

man, fuck all this dissing shit
you hoes pens still stuck, so let me call this bitch 

nick named my gun named lilo steady toting the stitch

he patty caking my shit, got two hands on it 

i’m too fem for this shit got you bricks on pissed 

head game on locke, like i’m Tink and shit 

just abused this beat, i Chris Browned this shit 

it’s the princess with the princess
watch us murk this bitch 


Step the fuck back, I came in the lamby
Got these bitches shook up in they tuck it up panties 
Bitch you a tranny, body like a stanley 
Shit up on them bitches then I ghost like danny

Bitch im bad no billy jean=a
Gimmie diamonds, No Marina
Pussy wet like aquafina
Throwin racks like i’m serena
Face pretty, maybelline-a 
Nigga thought im phillipina
first he move the cocaina
then i give him chocha-ina 

Its laya laya in the spot, head BI
Bitches mediocre, Ian talking bout TI
Step up on they neck in the the double f knee high
Married to the money, get my vows, get my E I

Outside black and the rims all pink 
Camel on the bag and the coat all mink 
Sheepskin rug, what the fuck they thinkin
Pull up with a thug, he don’t do no blinkin

On my wave, no beluga
Got a tecc not a ruger 
She a chop, you could screw her
On the block like a sewer
Face shots, no medulla
Red beam if I shoot her 
He a giver i’m a user
Little mama you a loser

Pussy taste like Vanilla 
Go bananas, we gorillas
Stopped fucking with the mink, now I rock a chinchilla
Tell that nigga what’s the deal-a 
50k to cop a feel-a
If you see me wit cha nigga know I milked him no priscilla

THRONE w/ CHYNA WHYTE

BALL

C.F.W.M

NuNu Ft. ElayaMattel

ManKilla II

IG: Hisnovacane
Disc: Hisnovacane

Never have to ask, don’t gotta beg 💞 I do this shit for funsiesss

C.F.W.M

Ryan Mattel/Hadescess

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