No Bars (Sped Up)

I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy

What you workin' with?

Yeah

What you workin' with?

Uh

What you workin' with?

Uh

Show a real bitch what you workin' with

Pay for this pussy, ****

Yeah

Get yo' bands up

Oh, you ain't trickin', ****, I'ma hit yo' mans up

Cold ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime

He gon' keep the bills paid, 'cause he know a bitch fine

Bitches always in my business, JT, what you really do?

What?

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool

I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy Doo

Doin' all that wifey shit, knowin' he don't fuck with you

Poster girl pussy in yo' **** dreams

I'ma hold a semi, buss whoever in between

Bow

Gangster bitch, JT, Medellin

Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing

Said a thing

I'll be damned, ****, you know who I am, ****

Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams, ****

Yeah

Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender

Ow

Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty floors up

Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up

Aye

Told my **** twin turbo, V8 the motor

Skrrt

Self-esteems drop every time I show up, yeah

Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five

Ice, ice

Shut Marni down for some furry slides

Fly bitch

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies

Hmm

Cop me Chanel, ****, thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid

Yeah

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades

Yeah

And, I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thang

I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thang, bitch

Period

Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs

I am a motherfuckin' job

Bitches always in my motherfuckin' business

Worryin' 'bout what the fuck I got goin' on, ho

It's City Girl shit

Ho

Even when you think it ain't City Girl shit

I'm a City Girl, bitch

Second verse to you hatin' ass hoes

Tired ass

Who get mad every time I strike a pose

Damn

I'm Rick down from my head to my toes

Yep

Hood bitch, dress like a weirdo

Ha

Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway

Bitch, you can't fuck with me on your birthday

Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay

Free my bitches

You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say

I'm lowkey, bitches fuck with my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me

It's grind time, no flossin'

Let's get it

Pulled out the truck and put the Porshe in

These bitches tired, they exhausted

Tired ass hoes

Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin

Bitch, I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes

Bow, bow, bow

Yeah, I'm really from the trenches

Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, muah

No bars