E, bitch, you already snow He was tryna fuck, I was tryna fuck his bro I was in Detroit saying: What up wit' it doe? And these bitches sellin' box, but they sell it for the low And they think I do it too, but I don't do it anymore But if the shit flop, yeah, I'm pretty, I could hoe Where Becky? That bitch playing with the blow And these bitches lack game cause they do not know the code Wait, one, two, everybody, look what I can do I can chop a line, no razor blade And your bitch is gonna fuck me like a piece-o-cake Gotta ask all the fans, like where the dirty percs? I don't wanna chop em' up I'ma a bitch, broke on the 31st Dick up on the 33rd I pull up in the iwonagiveaway I'ma make a bag, then I shit, gettin' pistol whipped Bitch got pistol whipped, that's just how it goes I'm a fucking champ bitch, I ain't ever fold I ain't ever fall, bitches can't relate Ride around with the crack rock in my vape I'm a super hoe, I ain't gotta fucking pay Bitches be faker than a Santee Alley babe Big TK, I'm always DTF But I'm full grown, don't need CDF Cruisin’ for a dick, it’s fuck a GPS Turned a few tricks for some VVS I don’t wanna fuck unless the Glock is in my face Same nasty bitch snortin’ up that special K And I'm still poppin’ titties out just to get my way I’ma pretty ass bitch, so ugly people hate Now show off Watch me take my motherfuckin’ clothes off Love the fat boys built like Rick Ross Smackin’ up on my man like he’s Chris Rock Got a BB Simon belt and a baggie on my hip And some long ass nails with a gloss up on the lip I can’t ride a fuckin’ bike but you know I ride on dick Don’t ever gotta ask cause you know I'm runnin’ shit CI, came through with the bob On my bling ring, that bitch you wanna rob Every day, I’ma make a bum bitch sob I'm not tryna play nice, bitch, I'm tryna play God I can be a model but I’d rather be a slut Surged up on top, now I'm workin’ on the butt Always going viral now I don’t know what is what If they sell my deep-fake sex tape, I want a cut Boobs out, it’s Chase with the bank, bitch Hoes talk cheap, I don’t even know the language I be like: Bang, bitch, what you gotta say? Ain’t it kinda funny how the rumors circulate? Tricks come through every single day Take it in the back, that’s the Freakalicious way Countin’ on my money, got it spread on the duvet Stuff it in the Kelly then I'm off to St. Tropez AE, bitch you already snow Big TK, I'm always DTF CI, came through with the bob Take it in the back that’s the Freakalicious way