(Major)
Desoto is probably, like, seven to ten minutes outside of Dallas
My story, long story short
It was me, my mama, and my dad
Hm, I ain't even popped out on hoes
I ain't even hurt feelings yet
The only reason bitches still standin' 'round this ho is 'cause I ain't come and kill 'em yet (Bitch)
I ain't never had to touch a ho 'cause bitches only poppin' on the internet
And all them bitches better love it or a ho can hate it
Nigga, I ain't finished yet
Big neck with that woodgrain
Dallas bitch with that frame on
I ain't fuckin' with them bitches who I used to know 'cause they gon' really change on me
New money, old money
They was mad I made it rain on 'em
And I ain't wanna sponsor everybody and their mama even with a chain on me
Dropped out of school to come shit on these bitches
But maybe they think I'm enrolled
Maybe they think that I don't see the shit they be talkin'
But, baby, go play with your ho
'Cause I'm not what you want
You can get cut in your throat
All of my bitches on go
Pull out the brush when I'm havin' that forty
I love when it's straight and it's touchin' the floor
Don't know about me, nigga, read about me (Bitch)
Tell them bitches come and see about me
The way them niggas lookin' at me when I'm in the club
I know they really dreamin' 'bout me
Bitches love to share the tea about me
Don't forget to say the facts, bitch
Pretty face with the money long
And bitches know I'm really that (Ho)
Um, I lived with my mom majority of the time
Spent a lot of time with my dad on the weekends
Grew up, they put me through school
Got to college, um
I lived in the suburbs
Uh, I was a cheerleader, I was on drill team
I played volleyball
They always had me in something, my parents always wanted me doing something
So they kept me in there
And then I grew up, went off to college
Left school to do music
And now we here
