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feat. Cocc Pistol Cree
(Intro)
Iâm reloaded
Cocc Pistol
Click clack⦠bang
Mustard on the beat, hoe
(Verse)
Iâm killin these hoes, blood trail from the red bottoms
Hermes, Berkin in my hand, bag full of problem
Pull up dumb late, middle of the driveway
Every day payday, toss the key to valet
Iâm stuntin in the club like I own it
Brought my own table, why the fuck is you on it?
Bottles comin off the ceiling, sip from the omen
These young niggas broke, where the fuck the old man?
A hundred bitches strong and we go alone
So bend the pink slip, fuck a car note
Itâs hot as a bitch and itâs mean cold
But Iâm a bossy bitch, cut the air wrong
(Bridge1)
If this could kill Iâm the ladykilla
Bunch of bad bitches all around me like Iâm babysittin
Tight pussy, broke niggas canât fit in it
She ainât got shit on me cuz Iâm the ladykilla
(Hook x2)
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Watch me, bitch, watch to nigga
(Verse)
I got a few hundred in my hand, about to throw out
Keep a few hundred in my bag until I show out
Itâs all on the trick, brown skin dumb thick
And if he like grip phones I got a couple in my grip
Bitches turn up, party til the sunup
Slip a molly in his drink now he payin like he owe us
He think he dooped but he donât know us, we certified killers
Bunch of bitches hit the flow when we walked in the building
Got my mack on, got my shades on
Iâm just squarin bitches, send them punk bitches home
Got my ribbons on, got my Fendy on
If the nigga ainât trickin send his broke ass home
(Bridge2)
Hair done, nails done
Brass niggas case a bitch want some
Nigga lookin like he wanna spit some
Spit some, you might get some
(Hook x2)
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Watch me, bitch, watch to nigga
(Verse)
Look, I donât fly coach and I win
Iâm a boss bitch, you clueless like Blair
Got a millionaire with some sort and pepper hair
Just swindle him to die so I can get my chair
Iâm killin em, Iâm killin em
I be seein dead prez like gainin em
Iâm killin em, Iâm killin em
I be seein dead prez like gainin em
(Bridge3)
Well wait hold up, cuz Iâm about to squirk up
Your little greedy bitches made a go and get yo dough up
Well wait hold up, my bitches bout to turn up
Mustard gonna breach you out, bitches made of Ketchup
(Hook x2)
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Iâm the lady, the lady-lady, the ladykilla
Watch me, bitch, watch to nigga