you know you fuckin with the real now li l bitches better chill down fuck the fame started out i didn t have a crumb to my name we eatin five course meals now and i m still down couple bands in the paper bag switchin lanes with the paper tags type of swag that can make em mad tellin bitches tryna take a jab i just fuckin laugh ha bitch you better get it right i don t need the love can i get a light spotlight fuck your oversight bitches must ve thought i got this overnight silly hoes really though bitch you better know the deal hit em with some new shit so you bitches know it s real overkill you in the presence of the motherfuckin ruler just point me to the mission i m the driver and the shooter bitch i get it what it look like bitch i feel good left the trap for this rap but i m still hood bitches livin shit but they ain t livin this good got this paper on my own wish a bitch would what it look like bitch i feel great top down buck 50 on the interstate used to get it by the gram now it s real way turned the bitches that are hatin and i m still straight straight down so it s only looking up now and your city gettin busy when i touch down my days one s the only bitches that i trust now all i need is weed and a swisha for me to buss down on gawd bitches always asking how i do this shit time again i remind them i ain t new to this number one stunna always see me in the newest shit couple bands can t remember how i blew this shit oh lawd toast to the bitches who told me i ll never do this laughing at them bitches who told me we never be up now the same bitches is salty and lookin foolish now it s paparazzi red carpets i know you bitches see us i know you see us and you hate to see me winnin ha love me back when i was broke in the beginnin ha still the same i just had to change a lane up get my change up bitch but i ain t never change up  so pour a cup roll a blunt it s a celebration to you sour ass hoes it s a dedication smilin in my fuckin face they be hella hatin cuz we eatin over here bitch we hella cakin yeah we hella cakin yeah we hella cakin in the kitchen whip it proper yeah we hella bakin yeah we hella bakin yeah we hella bakin debbie back to killin bitches only god can save what it look like bitch i feel good left the trap for this rap but i m still hood bitches livin shit but they ain t livin this good got this paper on my own wish a bitch would what it look like bitch i feel great top down buck 50 on the interstate used to get it by the gram now it s real way turned the bitches that are hatin and i m still straight
['escape room', 'trap queen']