Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K'ona Simpson
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Yung Lando gon' go crazy)
Turn me up, Phil
See, see, see, one thing about me, I'ma always keep it a hunnid, you feel me?
Real bitch 'til I die
But we gon' keep it cute, very cute
Even the block could see that I am one of a kind
That's why yo' CEO flew to Atlanta to tell me he want me to sign
Told him no twice, then he doubled the price, I'm like, "Fuck it, let's get it, I'm ridin'"
Then a day later I found out that Megan linked up wit' Roc Nation, she signed, wait
I'm thinkin', damn, he must be embarrassed
His artist grew up and ran off wit' T Ferris
He like, "K'ona, let's go, you up next, I already know you gon' pop like a cherry"
Somethin' wasn't right, I wasn't feelin' the vibes, but I four daughters, like, fuck it, I tried
Lil' bitty managers throwin' me hints, but loyalty made me ignore all the signs
Surrounded by snakes, I had a feelin', couldn't even sit by yo' ass on the sprinter
Had to remember that I'm on a mission to run up a billion like I'm Kylie Jenner
Some of your people in my ear keep tellin' me that you just runnin' about mines business
Told you about it, you ain't wanna listen, I guess you thought I wasn't payin' attention
Folks thinkin' I flopped, but they don't know the real, I gotta get this off my chest
The business wasn't right, hell, it is what it is, figured I could do bad by myself
I asked him please let me out of my deal, the nigga act like he was deaf
My A&R hit me like, "K'ona, chill," I said, "fuck it, put me on the shelf"
'Cause I put my heart in this shit, niggas only wanted to be apart of this shit
Really just wasted my time, like a low battery, I should've charged for this shit
Payin' for streams, you told me that it's somethin' you don't like tellin' yo' artists and shit
I had a dream and niggas tried to kill it like I was marchin wit' Martin and shit
Hoe hittin' me up tryna act like we friends, ho, you been a fan
Then had the nerve that say that they the hardest, if you was it you couldn't fuck wit' my pen
Baby, I'm straight, ain't got no reason to hate
Bitch, is you out of yo' mind?
You really ungrateful
Hoe, you should really say thank you
Bitch, I'm the reason you signed
Lil' bitch, you late
Ho, ain't you tryna lose weight? Take it one day at a time
Instead of that plate, you need to be liftin' some weights, is you eight months or you nine?
Talkin' bout how I be rappin' off-beat, 'least I got soemthin' to rap about E
How you the Flow Queen, but ain't talkin' 'bout shit, most of that shit you be rappin' 'bout weak
You wanna buss it, you wanna toot that
Ho throwin' shots, thought I wouldn't shoot back
Say you the hardest, bitch, you sound dumb as fuck
Carl, go and get that lil' fat ho a tummy tuck
Think you the shit, but lil' baby, you triflin'
On stage performin' in swimsuits and Nike's
You copy my cadence, wanna be just like
That's why you fat now, ho, you do too much bitin', bitch
With your motherfuckin' triflin' ass, bitch
Hey, hey, what that nigga call me? The motherfuckin' punchline queen
Hey man, say man, we gon' keep that shit very motherfuckin' cute, bitch
Writer(s): K'ona Simpson
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