Don't know what you thought this was
But you gonna have to die about it
Fuck up the place with blood
Who you calling a bitch?
This bitch run shit so you best run
This bitch no play, this bitch know guns
This bitch no die, you this bitch son
This bitch gon' be the last one

This bitch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
This bitch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This bitch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This bitch boss
Come in talking that shit
And you gon' have to die about it

Who the fuck want war?
Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards
Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of shit you can't afford, nigga
I'm runnin' laps round these bitches when I'm bored, nigga
Silent killers get it poppin', nigga, gang gang
Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string
Since we talking, better send a straight deposit
I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit, you feel me?
I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say shit
Bitches better miss me with that fake shit
Forgive me if I'm blind because I only got my mind on the mill
I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal
Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends
Yeah I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense
Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do?
Knock these bitches off, and that's simply for the principle

This bitch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
This bitch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This bitch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This bitch buff
Come in talking that shit
And you gonna have to die about it

Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte
Gotta call this shit my beauty shop 'cause bitches press like Jorge
Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks
Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot
I double dutch on hot shit and bleed him out his wallet
When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut them off no pockets
Can't call me out my name, nigga, it's kill shots and gang gang
Don't start shit that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane
Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes
I call this shit my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye
A playa but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime
Drop 'em like a bar of soap like fuck 'em nigga west side
Can't never get too comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him
Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him
Fuck you thought this shit was? Second-guess your taste buds
I took the spot, it's game over, never mind who next up

This bitch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
This bitch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This bitch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This bitch boss
Come in talking that shit
And you gonna have to die about it

Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?
That phone sex the problem you should stay with
The pillow talking can get you carted away quick
You murder artists come harder and shouldn't say shit
Unless you ready to back it up why you play with
The fairer sex fairly quick, get your brain split
Full sets stuck in your chest with grace
'96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, shit

This bitch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not shit
This bitch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This bitch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This bitch buff
Come in talking that shit
And you gonna have to die about it