Im (feat. $JAYz)

I'm so cunty I'm a brat
I'm a saint I don't do hags

I'm the be they claim to be
Livin' off my misery
Uh, yes I got somewhere to be
Huh, huh

You know you don't got it so come work again
Tired of rappers who drop rappers over you
Braggin' too much you're not even the best
All of them pop beats you sounding a mess

I be so cunty I'm ridin' his face
He tried it too much are you catchin' a fade
Dominican paid you peed in a bucket
I'm so geek don't play with my pen

Bitch this is the coop go get in some pens
All that she knows not even your business
I got some sons they might play pen
You wanna show up well bitch you get ready

I am a menace
I am a god
I am a bitch, and I'm not what you are
I gotta move I'm tired of that shit
If I had a pussy it wouldn't get wet

Take you to the vet take you to the barn
Lock you ass up the people forget
When I had it down yes I'm the cunty
Yes I'm a saint that's not what you are

I'm the B that they claim to be
I finally arrived
I finally arrived

It's Jay bitch and you're mad
I'm a brat and I'm also a Barbie

The girls always group up so
Don't ever face me Harley
Take months to write a song
I know he must be Cardi

Luis told me to hop on this beat
Finna ride it like a Harley
These fat bitches ain't gettin' enough
I know it's Harley

We gon' paint the town red, no drugs though
If I want em dead I'ma take em to the drug store
It's like Simon Says, I say now these hoes does so
So I wanna bite these hoes, I guess I wanna tussle

What the fuck you flexin' no muscle
Fat bitches don't race, so what you in a rush for
I see cheating couples, gotta chuckle
You can't solve me, like a Chinese puzzle

I come in this space
These bitches ride on my ride
Just like they mother is white

And they choosing aside
I know these bitches ain't clean
Go ahead and throw in a tide
They family do not provide
They came out all gay but they about to run and hide

It takes so many months for these bitches to fucking write shit
Talkin' all that shit but you bitches ain't writing shit
4, 5 motherfuckin' writers, call it write assist
All them bars you dissin
But still ain't gotta writers wrist

I wrote every bar I spit
I been a star, LA still on my dick
I got a big bitch stomach, on break
All that dirt on your neck, when he gave you a hick

Cause I'm bad bitch and you know it
You need to hop on my line

Cause I'ma blowin' your mind
And I'ma take you to places
And I'ma throw in the towel
Cause I'ma too fuckin' high

And I'ma take you so by
And I'ma lovin' your accent
So I'ma freak in your face
So please just get in my way

So I can grab you sofay
And I ain't feelin' that bitch
And Ima drink lemonade
So babe just don't be afraid

Cause when I come you'll be faded
And when I cum you'll be faded
And when I cum you'll be faded
And when I cum you'll be faded

And when I cum you'll be faded
And when I cum you'll be faded
And when I cum you'll be faded