Mafia (Freestyle)
Tell these bitches I'm queen, tell these bitches I'm gold
If you been where I've been, then you'd probably turn cold
I give a fuck ‘bout you bitches who got a problem with me
I do shit for myself, nobody got it for me
You got an issue with me, but you ain't licensed to speak
‘Cause I be feedin' the streets, your ass is nothin' to me
I've been hot with the lyrics and I've been dope with the fashion
I said I want it I need, I done spoke, I take action
And when you talkin' I'm workin', I'm gettin' things I'm deservin'
But at a point I was hurtin' and gettin' nothin' like virgins
I be takin' my time, I'm only twenty years old
Nobody fuckin' with Coca, I tell them suckers go home
Bitch I'm hype ‘cause I'm certified, all my bitches qualified
Fuckin' with my team, finna get your face modified
What you comin' for me? I ain't scared, fam'
I eat them J's off your feet with my bare hands
Stupid-ass bitch just stop
‘Cause I ain't finna tolerate this shit you talk
Unless the bitch a boss she gettin' boxed
They said Coca been on, and bitch you not
I be ‘bout it but I ain't the type to start shit
Asian bitch, never a fool, always some smart shit
Who you playin'? I done learned the game
Nobody teachin' me shit, ‘cause me and you not the same
So get to suckin' bitch, you talk too much
You get a bit of fuckin' fame, think you popular
You twerkin' for a name, niggas bought you stuff
I make my own damn money, and I shop enough
They say I lie about the shit I do
Now you flexin' ‘cause Coca ain't fuckin' with you
Bitch, swerve – I make moves, it's the truth
This the mafia, bitch – who you?
All you bitches just got slayed – Honey Cocaine
Gold Gang – Cold Crew
Bitch…