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)