Club Secret

(album: The Bastard Tapes Vol. 2 - 2019)

Bitches ain't got nothin but bad taste
And a whole lotta audacity
I see why they mad at me
I'm casually
Killin these bitches spirits
Everywhere they go they hear it
It's that new mutha she hard
Got em swinging off my monkey bars
Welcome to the jungle
I told you bitches be humble
But now I'm ready to rumble
I'm double b like a bumble
Y
Do these bitches worry bout my m's
If it was u I would salute
And that's the t
Now I just ha ha at you hoes
Sit back collect what I was owed
Sneak my pack across the border
I'm in london with the blow
Barcelona with yo hoe
I be everywhere my haters can't afford to go
Bleeding out ya stereo
Lyrical, killer bullets
If I pull it
No survivors
Lil bitch

Who gon check me?
Who gon check me?
Who gon check me bitch
Who gon check me?

Who gon check me
Who gon disrespect me
Might as well forget me
If you ready all my weapons deadly
I'm jus tryna get it
She gon see me as a threat
I'm at her neck
It ain't malicious
Keep my head above the water
Leave em swimmin with the fishes
I ain't vicious
I'm protected
You ain't fucking with my spirit
They be talking evil on me we not
Even tryna hear it
I can't let you fix your dick suckers to try and bring me down
I ain't nowhere near the top
You gon be sick you stick around
I ain't even bought the truck
Or bought the chain
You hating now?
I ain't even dropped the sauce on bitches yet
You angry how?
Bitches worried bout my numbers
Should be worried bout this crown
I'm the fuckin queen regardless
Savy told me I'm a star, bitch