Rat Bitch

How the fuck y'all hoes winning
Y'all ain't even got a check (aye)
Diamonds on my chain got a check on my neck (yah)
No not a doll you a rat, that's a fact
I say that in all disrespect
Money on my mind, I grind for my niggas
And he say, he fucking with me
I ain't got time for these niggas
Y'all be lying to these niggas
Lying in them songs and them bitches
Weak as hell ain't even worth lying on

Got guns a lot of those
We leaving a lot of hoes
These hoes I'm tired of those
I leave em like adiós
That choppa gone send him home
I'm wit it they right or wrong
They can't go play his role
You ain't never played with them rows
So I'm told y'all hoes gone shake some
But y'all don't, what y'all on?
Y'all hoes ain't on shit y'all just broke
Oh you broke?

Bitch how you broke and you grown? (what the fuck)
No not a boss
You a worker and the type of life I live'll probably scare the average person
I ain't purpin ion see it in person than it
Ain't worth it this shit got right here have yo old hoes lurkin
Got a new nigga bout to quit him it ain't workin
They don't do shit when they see me they be nervous
This ain't fall out the sky I had to earn it and them breeches
I'll burn don't give a fuck bout who deserve em yeah we slide on bitches

Personal just business
'Cause shit'll get like that
I ain't lying we wit it
Bitches be lying on my head
They be lying to kick it
Like how I be on y'all mind
I just be minding my business
That package pending bitch we did a lot of stackin
Y'all ain't do shit but a lot of rappin

When you tired of losing bitch come holla at me
Everybody eatin I get that ball ain't gotta pass it
This our shit, this ain't shit somebody handed us
I ain't ask for bands but walk around this bitch banded up
Five bands I ain't got a job still ran it up
Bitches mad at us slide get yo shit matted up