Enough/Better

Y'all hoes done ** up

**, don't make me put my wig in a rubber band (band)

Wait

Slap a ** down with the ** **

I'm talkin' to you ho

Y'all hoes better tighten up

Enough is enough, **

City Girls with the ** **

Nah, don't blame it on you drunk ** (nah)

See we cajole a ho

The whole clique gon' follow, ho (**)

Be at your door like dominoes

And your main ** love me (haha)

Bruh been tryna ** me

For the bread, walk him like a puppy (walk him)

It ain't no love for you both side playin' hoes

Play with your kids or the radio, **

Another comma, millionaire status

A cool one-twenty on the Patek

** **, magic

I live a pole ** dreams (yeah)

Coco Chanel me, please

Y'all hoes too dangerous (dangerous)

In my comments, talkin' crazy (crazy)

But I can't make no ** famous (nah)

City Girls ain't changing

But **, how could you blame me?

(Blame me)

Bein' me made me famous

** sittin', no sports bra (yeah)

** a ** in a sports car (skrrt)

Spike his drink at a sports bar

Y'all hoes make me sick

Always cuffin' tricks

Calling phones, talkin' slick

Lil' **, who taught you?

Mama should abort you

If you in my view, I would've pulled up and fought you (yeah)

But I'm way up (uh-huh), you **es too low

New **, new teeth, **, check out the glow (period)

**, don't make me put my wig in a rubber band (band)

Slap a ** down with the ** ** (** **) (Audio)

Y'all hoes better tighten up

Didn't think **es like us could do better

From Dade County, straight to Coachella

My heart cold, better bring two sweaters

And your best **, we'll take whoever

Gutter **, gracing covers of the billboards

Locked up, nominated, BET awards

City Girls, talk our ** they scream

Real ** **, I ain't flexin' for streams

I'm fresh out, **s comin' in varieties

I'm fightin' Glocks, fightin' demons and anxiety

I really used to sleep on palettes

Now I'm sittin' in the condo like it's a palace

Main ** locked up, had to hold it down (down)

With a baby in my stomach at the Rolling Loud (facts)

Uh, kept you **es out my game room (period)

'Cause y'all the same fake hoes from The Shade Room (Shade room)

I came from runnin' outta stores to awards shows (blessed)

Mama we made it, can't wait 'til you come home

Shoutout my (?

), I was pregnant, I was seven months (damn)

Me and baby Summer too blessed up (blessed up)

Now everybody want a verse from us

All the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us

Brought that bag to the hood when I touchdown (touchdown)

Did this ** for Dade County', yeah we up now

Miami, don't make me put this wig in a rubber band again (wig in a rubber band again)

Still the same, ain't changed, just changed where I live (changed where I live)