[Trinity Taylor:] Keep that shit circle I don’t fit with no squares Frontal on my head Came with the baby hairs Body built like a pear Make your nigga have an affair Ride him like a fair Sit on his face like a chair Cost about 15 hundred for my hair Nigga this ain’t no cheap shit Left my old nigga Cause he was on some weak shit Bitches talking all day But they can’t get what I get They ain’t popping shit I’m a real rich bitch
[Kissie Lee:] Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace Why in the fuck would you test this All of my diamonds from Texas Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine If he yours then why he always on my line This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind That ain’t yo man, no he mine If he yours then why he always on my line
[Daysha:] This some real bossy shit Bitch really catching trips This that million dollar pussy Put it on ya lips Tell me where to keep at You know how I feel when I grip that Split me in half like a Kit-Kat I ain’t got time for the chit chat Woah, dusty hoe Why you pocket watching bitch I ain’t got the patience I’ll pop you in your shit Bail money ready I ain’t never gone sit Your nigga in my dm’s He ain’t never gone quit
[Kissie Lee:] Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace Why in the fuck would you test this All of my diamonds from Texas Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine If he yours then why he always on my line This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind That ain’t yo man, no he mine If he yours then why he always on my line