(Bankroll)
(Big 'Latto)
Queen of The South
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like (yeah), when I be doin' these interviews
They always ask me what's my hobbies outside of rap
Shittin' on bitches (haha)
I'm the youngest and richest
These bitches know what's up with me (rich)
If we beefin', I got you
Won't book no shows in my city
Too picky with the kitty
He ain't hit me, bitch, I'm stingy (hell nah)
Dare one of these rap hoes to diss me (who?)
I been a problem since fifteen (woo)
Yeah, bitch (bitch), act like you know this shit (you know this shit)
I dropped a hunnid on jewelry during a pandemic
Boss bitch, ain't met a nigga that can handle this (handle this)
I was up a quarter mill before the deal, no counterfeit (yeah)
AP on me iced out, I can't tell what time it is
Shooters in the VIP
Don't beat 'em first dumbass, don't try this shit
I can't let no nigga baby mama me, they all green (hell nah)
I ain't stuntin' no threat from no pussy ho, she just talking
That bitch said I wouldn't be shit and now look at her watchin' (she watchin')
Rich at twenty-one, y'all bitches owe me an apology (on God)
I just put some more money on my brother books (books)
Another magazine cover, that's another look (yeah)
I'm the Queen of The South, got these bitches shook (south)
All it take is one wrong move to get your shit took
Y'all bitches out here movin' like a nigga puppet (what?)
Make him buy the Birkin 'fore he even touch it (uh)
If I let him hit the 'Latto then a nigga lucky
Slim thick but the bank account gettin' chubby, talk to me
Uh (uh), I be laughin' to the bank, y'all funny
Brand new day, brand new money (new money)
A broke nigga can't do nothin' for me (nah)
'Latto every rich nigga most wanted (on God)
Baby Glock in the bra, it ain't nothin' (on God)
Finger f*ckin' these hunnids, I'm thumbin' (I'm thumbin')
Big 'Latto, yeah, I keep the money comin'
Latto - Queen of da Souf Album Lyrics
Latto - Queen of da Souf Lyrics
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Muwop
[ Featuring Gucci Mane ]
Big Latto
Wop
Ayy (J White I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)
Ayy
I'm a Freek-A-Leek (oh)
But I can't let a broke nigga beat (no)
Know he for the streets (yeah, yeah)
So when you see me nigga don't speak (shh)
Put 'em straight to sleep
I don't sell pussy, but this ain't cheap (on God)
Abracadabra, got rappers and trappers
Yeah, I got some tricks up my sleeve (woo)
Drama, I'm with the shits (uh-huh)
You want a problem? Don't wanna hit
Ol' ho-ass, trick-ass, ready-to-snitch-ass
Simp-ass, weak-ass, bitch (bitch)
My DM is flooded, my AP is flooded
Still wet this bitch up with the stick (grrah)
Don't give a f*ck, I'm runnin' it up
Big Latto, I pop my shit
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make' em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
I look good-good, bitch, I'm fine-fine (fine-fine)
Make 'em gimme brain, make 'em give me Einstein
I walked in the meetin', label seen a dollar sign (cash)
It took a couple M's for me to sign the dotted line
Slim waist with a booty, this nigga dumb if he lose me (yeah)
This boy think I love him, bitch, I'm Big Latto not Suzie (bitch, yeah)
Film him eatin' this coochie (oh), I swear my life is a movie (yeah)
Walk down nasty with Boosie and now I got one with Gucci (Wop)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games (yeah)
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
First I take off her bra, she like to f*ck in the car
I just shot up the club, that mean I'm f*ckin' her raw
When your bitch seen me, she fell in love on the spot
Don't wear your heart on a sleeve, don't put no trust in no thot (don't)
I'm a crazy-ass nigga, got a bi-polar temper
Go to sleep with my pistol, go to war 'bout my sister (grraow)
I would fix my bitch body, but she was fine already
Tried to sign Mulatto, but she was signed already (well, damn)
Chopsticks like Karreuche, I'ma film make a movie (Gucci)
Sick and tired of Big Gucci, could retire off of Gucci
Can't expire, work for hire, her favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'm a legend like Tookie
Opposite of John Legend, I touch keys with no music
Ask how I know it's a hit, because J White just produced it
Favorite gun is the Uzi, favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'ma film, this a movie (it's Gucci)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Writer: Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Anthony Germaine White, Bobby Sessions, Keldrick Josep Sapp, Radric Delantic Davis, Ronny Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TOP OFF
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TOP OFF
In n Out
[ Featuring City Girls ]
(M-m-m-murda)
Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
I'ma pop it if I pull out, trap who? Make him pull out
I've been tryna keep it classy, ho, don't make me bring the hood out
If the bitch want beef, tell her, "Pull up to the cookout" (pull up, ho)
Big 'Latto, big backends, yeah, bitch, I'm booked out (Big 'Latto)
In and out, I'ma put it in his mouth, uh (in his mouth)
Where my crown, I'm the Queen of The South, uh (Queen)
My wrist water, pussy water, don't drown (uh)
.30 Glock in my Dior, I dare a bitch to run down
It hit harder when you come up from the bottom (on God)
Touched an M at twenty-one, bitch, I'm a motherf*ckin' problem
Nigga ain't know how to eat it but I taught him (yeah)
Put it on him once and then forgot him (the f*ck?)
Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
Hunnid thousand, that's some chump change (haha)
Man, this nigga eat my pussy comin' home from the Heat game (oww)
Make bitches nervous at awards, they want seat changes (facts)
Boss bitch, boy, I'm too dangerous
Make a trap nigga come up out them Palm Angels
I ain't cheatin' with no nigga, we was entangled (Jada)
I was skippin' school, y'all was singin' Star Spangled
F*ck a backseat, tryna get them car angles
Put the D in my mouth, in and out, quick and fast (in and out)
Pull it out, make it drip (make it drip), put it straight up in my ass
Gimme cash 'fore I leave, you might never hit again (never)
Never suck your dick again (ever), 'til that check, it's good riddance (whoa)
Still the same bitch y'all ain't f*ckin' with (aha)
Fresh up out the feds, f*ck the government (aha)
I'on clear rooms 'bout who I'm f*ckin' with (aha)
Really don't need these niggas so I brother them
Pop my shit (yeah), I ain't scared of no bitch
New AP for every time I took those risks (ice, ice, ice, ice)
Don't test my wrist, won't pass this quiz (yeah)
You bitches was in and out, I'm still that bitch (period)
Only big talk shit come out my mouth
You know the sex too good, can't leave the house
I'm a spoiled ass bitch, I like to pout
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
My nigga pop that shit if he pull it out
It go in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out, in-in-in and out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
In and out, in and out, in-in-in and in and in out
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson, Jocelyn Donald, Johnathan Dutra, Joshua Daiquan Goods, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
He Say She Say
I don't do the he say, she say
Ayy, ayy
He say, she say
I love me a country ass nigga with some gold teeth (oh)
F*ck all of that talking, just show me (yeah)
I don't even know nothin' 'bout no basketball
But on the 'Gram flexed up, with the floor seats (on God)
Y'all new to this, I'm the young OG (on God)
Ain't a soul on this Earth that owe me (what?)
It's that rich bitch shit
I just put my daddy in a bust down Rollie
I got a mil' in the bank (uh-huh)
I put that on Jesus (I do)
He want me send him the nudes (what?)
But I don't do teasers (haha)
Nah, you ain't foolin' me, shawty be poppin' that pussy for features (freaky)
It ain't a Chanel bag big enough for me to stay with a cheater (f*ck)
(When you got your own)
I don't do the he say, she say (uh-huh)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (be safe)
Big cake like it's my B-day (ayy)
Runnin' up a bag like relay
I ain't been asleep in like three days
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace
Give a damn what he think, she think
Don't let this pretty shit fool you
I really'll do you
I'm rich as f*ck but I still love me a booster
Yeah, I got the bag and went straight to the jeweler
I paid for my sister tuition and tutor
Choppa got titties like he work at Hooters
Cross a bitch like a motherf*ckin' blooper
They heard I f*ck with a rapper or hooper
Believe what you want, I ain't clearin' no rumors
I'm too young to be this rich (rich)
We can shoot it out or just beat a bitch (woo, woo)
They say I'm gettin' thick, "What you eatin' sis'?" (Thick)
I been on my bully like a mean bitch (ayy)
These bitches fraud, they cap a lot (cap a lot)
Reach for this chain, I'ma slap you out
First person throw some shit at me on stage
We beatin' they ass in the parkin' lot (woo, woo, woo)
I smell like money and Baccarat (ooh)
Fendi space boots, like an astronaut (ooh)
I swear if I said it, I meant it, I handlin' business
Ain't rappin' on shit that I'm not about
Don't ask 'bout a nigga I forgot about
Boss bitches only, you is not allowed, cut it out
Self-made bitch, hell you talking 'bout?
Yeah I got it out the mud, no handout (bitch)
I don't do the he say, she say (ayy)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (ayy)
Big cake like it's my B-day (big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been asleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (ayy)
I don't do the he say, she say (yeah)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (ayy)
Big cake like it's my B-day (big cake, ayy)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been asleep in like three days (three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (ayy, ayy)
He say, she say
He say, she say
Ayy, ayy
He say, she say
I love me a country ass nigga with some gold teeth (oh)
F*ck all of that talking, just show me (yeah)
I don't even know nothin' 'bout no basketball
But on the 'Gram flexed up, with the floor seats (on God)
Y'all new to this, I'm the young OG (on God)
Ain't a soul on this Earth that owe me (what?)
It's that rich bitch shit
I just put my daddy in a bust down Rollie
I got a mil' in the bank (uh-huh)
I put that on Jesus (I do)
He want me send him the nudes (what?)
But I don't do teasers (haha)
Nah, you ain't foolin' me, shawty be poppin' that pussy for features (freaky)
It ain't a Chanel bag big enough for me to stay with a cheater (f*ck)
(When you got your own)
I don't do the he say, she say (uh-huh)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (be safe)
Big cake like it's my B-day (ayy)
Runnin' up a bag like relay
I ain't been asleep in like three days
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace
Give a damn what he think, she think
Don't let this pretty shit fool you
I really'll do you
I'm rich as f*ck but I still love me a booster
Yeah, I got the bag and went straight to the jeweler
I paid for my sister tuition and tutor
Choppa got titties like he work at Hooters
Cross a bitch like a motherf*ckin' blooper
They heard I f*ck with a rapper or hooper
Believe what you want, I ain't clearin' no rumors
I'm too young to be this rich (rich)
We can shoot it out or just beat a bitch (woo, woo)
They say I'm gettin' thick, "What you eatin' sis'?" (Thick)
I been on my bully like a mean bitch (ayy)
These bitches fraud, they cap a lot (cap a lot)
Reach for this chain, I'ma slap you out
First person throw some shit at me on stage
We beatin' they ass in the parkin' lot (woo, woo, woo)
I smell like money and Baccarat (ooh)
Fendi space boots, like an astronaut (ooh)
I swear if I said it, I meant it, I handlin' business
Ain't rappin' on shit that I'm not about
Don't ask 'bout a nigga I forgot about
Boss bitches only, you is not allowed, cut it out
Self-made bitch, hell you talking 'bout?
Yeah I got it out the mud, no handout (bitch)
I don't do the he say, she say (ayy)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (ayy)
Big cake like it's my B-day (big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been asleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (ayy)
I don't do the he say, she say (yeah)
Speakin' on me, bitch be safe (ayy)
Big cake like it's my B-day (big cake, ayy)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been asleep in like three days (three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (skrr)
I ain't never met a nigga can't replace (ayy)
Give a damn what he think, she think (ayy, ayy)
He say, she say
He say, she say
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Mark Bankhead, Randy Turner Jr., Bijan Amirkhani
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC
Pull Up
[ Featuring 21 Savage ]
(Diego, Diego)
(Hitmaka!)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah
Pull up, drop the top, hopped out on an opp (skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot (pew, pew)
Birkin for the chop', got these bitches shocked
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes
And we speak in code (shh)
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
I might boot up with my hoes
Make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah)
I might slap the shit out a bitch
Caught her playin' around (playin' around)
I rock Prada, f*ck with baller, that be movin' pounds (trappers)
Make that nigga ice me out, these hoes gon' f*ck for free though (free though)
I get chips like Cheetos, 1942 no Titos
Bitch, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves
Nigga rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (shoot up the club)
Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, bitch, get your bag up
I'm a City Girl, with the backend, can't wait to go and act up
Yeah
Pull up, drop the top, hopped out on an opp (skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot (pew, pew)
Birkin for the chop', got these bitches shocked
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes
And we speak in code (shh)
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
I might boot up with my hoes
Make her eat it slow (21, yeah, yeah)
I got M's for days, I like sticks and cake (21)
I'm a real stepper, I don't stand in line for J's (on God)
If that's your shooter, I hope you paid him minimum wage (21)
Caught his BM at the stop sign, she say she go both ways (on God)
I'm big 4L and they know that (21)
Run up on me I'ma blow that (straight up)
Please tell me where the opps at (straight up)
'Cause they never be where the hoes at (pussy)
What's your advance? I blow that (pussy)
Hunnid round drum, nigga, hold that (pussy)
Hi-Tech or Wock when I pour that (21)
Them niggas drink green with they broke ass (21)
Chrome Heart jeans with the racks in 'em (facts)
All my spots got plaques in 'em (facts)
All my cars got straps in 'em (big facts)
All my songs got facts in 'em (bigger facts)
All my opps got racks with 'em (21)
Slaughter Gang, I stick it at them (21)
Never been friendly, I don't dap niggas (21)
I don't want a Grammy, I'm a rap nigga (21)
Yeah
Pull up, drop the top, hopped out on an opp (skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot (pew, pew)
Birkin for the chop', got these bitches shocked
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes
And we speak in code (shh)
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
I might boot up with my hoes
Make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Ace Redd, Alyssa Stephens, Christian Ward, Diego Ave, German Valdes, Joel Banks, London Jae, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Toya Turnup Talks
Girl, come here
Bitch, let me ask you a question (yeah?)
Have you ever in your motherf*ckin' life
Seen a pussy this motherf*ckin' pretty, bitch? On God
I don't think I have
Look at it, hold on, let me put my leg up (wow)
Look, tight, fat, wet than a bitch, on God
Girl, if I drop my motherf*ckin' drawers
A nigga gon' have to eat this shit, bitch, on God (totally)
He gon' have to swipe that motherf*ckin' card, bitch, on God (for sure)
Look! (I am)
This pussy pretty, bitch, I gotta go (yeah)
That's a nice one
Love it, you're so f*cking hot
Bitch, let me ask you a question (yeah?)
Have you ever in your motherf*ckin' life
Seen a pussy this motherf*ckin' pretty, bitch? On God
I don't think I have
Look at it, hold on, let me put my leg up (wow)
Look, tight, fat, wet than a bitch, on God
Girl, if I drop my motherf*ckin' drawers
A nigga gon' have to eat this shit, bitch, on God (totally)
He gon' have to swipe that motherf*ckin' card, bitch, on God (for sure)
Look! (I am)
This pussy pretty, bitch, I gotta go (yeah)
That's a nice one
Love it, you're so f*cking hot
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Craig Love, Deongelo Marquel Holmes, Diego Avendano, Eric Von Jackson Jr., Joel Banks, Jonathan H. Smith, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
On God
(Diego)
(Bankroll Got It)
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Shh, broke bitches too loud (shut up)
Walk me to the back
I ain't comin' through the crowd (hell nah)
Double hand twist
Have him sittin' on a cloud
Hit it from the back
Makin' macaroni sounds
Got my own bag
I'ont need yours (hell nah)
Cinderella, red bottoms, no chores (yeah)
Who dat pretty ass thing in a Porsche? (skrrt)
Prolly f*ck a rich nigga, of course
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Tryna hit the 'Latto
Made' em buy a ticket (buy a ticket)
You'll never catch a bitch flyin' Spirit (hell nah)
If you ain't talkin' money
I'ont wanna hear it (huh)
Big Bentayga
He gon' eat it while I'm steerin'
Got it on me wish a bitch would run up
Each occasion, I'ma need two hunna (two hunna)
Ex-nigga still ain't found another (nah)
Hope he brought an umbrella if the nigga goin' under
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Got 'em like, mm-hmm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God (uh)
(Bankroll Got It)
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Shh, broke bitches too loud (shut up)
Walk me to the back
I ain't comin' through the crowd (hell nah)
Double hand twist
Have him sittin' on a cloud
Hit it from the back
Makin' macaroni sounds
Got my own bag
I'ont need yours (hell nah)
Cinderella, red bottoms, no chores (yeah)
Who dat pretty ass thing in a Porsche? (skrrt)
Prolly f*ck a rich nigga, of course
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Tryna hit the 'Latto
Made' em buy a ticket (buy a ticket)
You'll never catch a bitch flyin' Spirit (hell nah)
If you ain't talkin' money
I'ont wanna hear it (huh)
Big Bentayga
He gon' eat it while I'm steerin'
Got it on me wish a bitch would run up
Each occasion, I'ma need two hunna (two hunna)
Ex-nigga still ain't found another (nah)
Hope he brought an umbrella if the nigga goin' under
Got 'em like, mm-hmm (uh), pussy too good (yeah)
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood (out the hood)
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God
Got 'em like, mm-hmm, pussy too good
Real boss bitch
Need a nigga out the hood
Askin' where I'm at
I'm in the Wish-a-Bitch Woods
Pretty ass face
But I'm known for hittin' juggs (yeah)
Mm-hmm, swipe that card (yeah)
Ass on fat
And my bag on large (yeah)
Milkshake bring trap niggas to the yard
He ain't never leave this pretty ass pussy, on God (uh)
Writer: Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Tate Kobang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Look Back At It
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Atlanta bitch with a Miami cuban
Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty
Won't let him f*ck but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that pussy wet (wet)
I don't only got a check on the internet (check)
Top floor, penthouse where I'm sittin' at
He a trick, I'ma make a nigga send that
Don't bring up no TV show, bitch, I been bodied that
I got a Birkin as big as a body bag
Freak like a circus, on dick, I'm an acrobat
If you can't eat it, just spell out the alphabet
Yeah (mm), pussy make a nigga say, "Mm"
Hop in that 'Vette and I vroom
Black triple hommie, it's full of them goons
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Brand new baguetties (ice)
He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (uh)
He fell in love when he met me (he met me)
I f*ck that nigga life up if he let me (on God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Opp in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by money, that lil' shit petty
Niggas get intimidated when a bitch talk heavy
Got 'em tryna do what I do (I do)
Drop the nigga, bounce back with two
Flood the wrist but I coulda went coupe
You can come up from nothin', I'm proof (I'm proof)
Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I catch a flight to Cali just to see a new view
How we got the same twenty-four but you still broke?
I can't give a bum nigga no excuse (hell no)
Ass on fat, make a nigga look back (back)
I'ma shop when I land, I ain't even gon' pack (nah)
I be switchin' out niggas like a motherf*ckin' mat (yeah)
First Atlanta rap bitch with a muhf*ckin' plaque (on God)
Make a nigga wanna grab at it, yeah
Drop a nigga like a bad habit, yeah
Got him jumpin' on the bandwagon
Signed to RCA but this pussy Atlantic (water)
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Atlanta bitch with a Miami cuban
Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty
Won't let him f*ck but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that pussy wet (wet)
I don't only got a check on the internet (check)
Top floor, penthouse where I'm sittin' at
He a trick, I'ma make a nigga send that
Don't bring up no TV show, bitch, I been bodied that
I got a Birkin as big as a body bag
Freak like a circus, on dick, I'm an acrobat
If you can't eat it, just spell out the alphabet
Yeah (mm), pussy make a nigga say, "Mm"
Hop in that 'Vette and I vroom
Black triple hommie, it's full of them goons
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Brand new baguetties (ice)
He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (uh)
He fell in love when he met me (he met me)
I f*ck that nigga life up if he let me (on God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Opp in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by money, that lil' shit petty
Niggas get intimidated when a bitch talk heavy
Got 'em tryna do what I do (I do)
Drop the nigga, bounce back with two
Flood the wrist but I coulda went coupe
You can come up from nothin', I'm proof (I'm proof)
Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I catch a flight to Cali just to see a new view
How we got the same twenty-four but you still broke?
I can't give a bum nigga no excuse (hell no)
Ass on fat, make a nigga look back (back)
I'ma shop when I land, I ain't even gon' pack (nah)
I be switchin' out niggas like a motherf*ckin' mat (yeah)
First Atlanta rap bitch with a muhf*ckin' plaque (on God)
Make a nigga wanna grab at it, yeah
Drop a nigga like a bad habit, yeah
Got him jumpin' on the bandwagon
Signed to RCA but this pussy Atlantic (water)
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit
Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it
I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it)
Made a couple mill now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin)
I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Charles Eric Driggers, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Julian Xavier Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Hook
Big Latto
Yeah
I got money and my own family started acting funny
I don't trust nobody, keep it on me
I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely (yeah)
Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me (pussy)
Bitch, I want my time back, bruises, had to hide that
I thought I was pregnant, to this day, I'm thanking God for that
F*ck The Rap Game, still happy I ain't sign that
No sleep, when I land, headed straight to sound check
Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do (yeah)
How the f*ck they book me for some shit with no proof? (Shit cap)
Bitch, I ain't forgot how y'all was clownin', but it's cool
I'ma sue and get the last laugh on 'em when I'm through
I love my OG, but he ain't show me how to treat shit
No wonder why I let that nigga try me like a weak bitch
Shouldn't have made the tape, he keep on threatenin' to leak shit
I let a nigga break me, now I'm pickin' up the pieces (yeah)
She used to be my dawg, but now she telling all my business (bitch)
If I could take it back, I wouldn't have been on television (hell no)
'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning
Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (straight up)
Heart been broke way too many times (times)
Me and Brooke beatin' bitches, still banned from Mount Zion
I can't let the industry get between me and mine
Swear I'm trying not to lose it, but this shit be havin' me crying
Mama had me at fifteen, really got it out the mud (yeah)
I came home from school and seen bags, hella drugs
Lost the bond with my daddy for some money and a buzz
Swear the industry the devil, shit, it is what it was
Ain't no stranger on the 'net finna tell me 'bout my life, though (hell nah)
As a kid, feelin' too black for the white folks
Ain't changin' my name, disagree and you can die slow
Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know (bitch)
Yeah
I got money and my own family started acting funny
I don't trust nobody, keep it on me
I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely (yeah)
Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me (pussy)
Bitch, I want my time back, bruises, had to hide that
I thought I was pregnant, to this day, I'm thanking God for that
F*ck The Rap Game, still happy I ain't sign that
No sleep, when I land, headed straight to sound check
Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do (yeah)
How the f*ck they book me for some shit with no proof? (Shit cap)
Bitch, I ain't forgot how y'all was clownin', but it's cool
I'ma sue and get the last laugh on 'em when I'm through
I love my OG, but he ain't show me how to treat shit
No wonder why I let that nigga try me like a weak bitch
Shouldn't have made the tape, he keep on threatenin' to leak shit
I let a nigga break me, now I'm pickin' up the pieces (yeah)
She used to be my dawg, but now she telling all my business (bitch)
If I could take it back, I wouldn't have been on television (hell no)
'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning
Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (straight up)
Heart been broke way too many times (times)
Me and Brooke beatin' bitches, still banned from Mount Zion
I can't let the industry get between me and mine
Swear I'm trying not to lose it, but this shit be havin' me crying
Mama had me at fifteen, really got it out the mud (yeah)
I came home from school and seen bags, hella drugs
Lost the bond with my daddy for some money and a buzz
Swear the industry the devil, shit, it is what it was
Ain't no stranger on the 'net finna tell me 'bout my life, though (hell nah)
As a kid, feelin' too black for the white folks
Ain't changin' my name, disagree and you can die slow
Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know (bitch)
Writer: Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Mark Bankhead, Randy J Turner, Tracy Lavell Maxwell
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Songtrust Ave
Off Top
[ Featuring 42 Dugg ]
Big Latto, brr
Yeah, yeah
(Hitmaka)
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
They all be flaw, I ain't shit like them (yeah)
Drop racks on fabric, I don't sit like them (yeah)
Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby
These hands go crazy, make a bitch out dem
All-white when I come through
Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two
Your nigga ain't hard, f*ck around and catch one too
Real big stepper
Crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah
Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses (skrrt)
Don't get extorted, bitch, I do extortion (boop)
Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted (ice)
My pussy expensive, boy, you can't afford it
Young and I'm bad, I'm saditty and pretty (pretty)
And I get active, I make a ho feel it
Glock in my pantie, don't make me go get it (uh)
Nasty, he tryna f*ck on my period (ooh)
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Never tell a ho nothin', keep shit to myself
.39 chrome hops out under my belt
Never needed no help to shit on you
Loyalty over royalty, I been on it
Pack up and come back like we spinnin'
Nigga steady hittin' my pints, he finished
Back in the day wheat Timbs, True stitchin'
Now every night, turn niggas to bitches
I don't like pictures, f*ck you mean?
Baddie in the west, right from the south
Come f*ck with me, I'm up from beans
I f*ck with weed and a lil' bit of coke
Real dope boy spend five on coats
I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds
Hooked on Wock' still looking for the red
.45 Glock, big 3-0
Twenty-five hundred, tryna f*ck the CEO
Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt
Please no fire, lil' bitch, I'm hurt
Bustin' the wire, whole nose got thirty
Please, freeze
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that (bitch)
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Christian Ward, Dione Hayes, Edgar Ferrera, Jaucquez Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
My Body
(On, on, on and on, on)
(Ghost Kid the producer)
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
I'm tryna leave the club and let you do my body (uh)
Wake up in it like a new Bugatti
Know these bitches hate to see me winning
But ain't shit that they could do about it
Off the Henny, I'm too toxic (uh)
I don't give a damn who watchin'
Pussy wet, chain VVS
That's big drip like two faucets (yeah)
Shit too easy
Blue faces, I make this shit look easy (look easy)
Call me when you need it
If you want it, say it like you mean it
That Henny turn me to a demon
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
Body to body, I tell him what he wanna hear
I'm talkin' that shit in his ear
If I let him hit it, can't leave outta here
We make a movie that never premiere
We grown (grown), I took a few shots of Patron
He get in them drawers and cut the radio off, wanna hear when I moan
Boss bitch, got my own shit, plus I handle my business
Want a real nigga, need a trill nigga
That gon' stay out his feelings (stay out his feelings)
He know what I need, I tell him, "Get in it" (uh)
This pussy lean and I got him sippin' (yeah)
That boy a fiend, I fill his prescription (yeah)
He hate when I'm trippin'
Better not tell nobody (nobody)
Fold and flip me over, origami (I body)
Said "I'm on the way", that mean I'm coming (yeah, yeah, coming)
This shit wet, I leave a mess
I'm just tryna catch the next
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
Nobody
I body
Drive my body crazy
(Ghost Kid the producer)
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
I'm tryna leave the club and let you do my body (uh)
Wake up in it like a new Bugatti
Know these bitches hate to see me winning
But ain't shit that they could do about it
Off the Henny, I'm too toxic (uh)
I don't give a damn who watchin'
Pussy wet, chain VVS
That's big drip like two faucets (yeah)
Shit too easy
Blue faces, I make this shit look easy (look easy)
Call me when you need it
If you want it, say it like you mean it
That Henny turn me to a demon
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
Body to body, I tell him what he wanna hear
I'm talkin' that shit in his ear
If I let him hit it, can't leave outta here
We make a movie that never premiere
We grown (grown), I took a few shots of Patron
He get in them drawers and cut the radio off, wanna hear when I moan
Boss bitch, got my own shit, plus I handle my business
Want a real nigga, need a trill nigga
That gon' stay out his feelings (stay out his feelings)
He know what I need, I tell him, "Get in it" (uh)
This pussy lean and I got him sippin' (yeah)
That boy a fiend, I fill his prescription (yeah)
He hate when I'm trippin'
Better not tell nobody (nobody)
Fold and flip me over, origami (I body)
Said "I'm on the way", that mean I'm coming (yeah, yeah, coming)
This shit wet, I leave a mess
I'm just tryna catch the next
I just walked up in the club, I'm finna catch (a body)
Shinin' like the diamonds on my neck (I body)
When he goin' under, hold his breath (my body)
They know I always keep it wet, from my sex to VVS
Too much blessings to be stressed (I body)
Not them hoes and I ain't worried 'bout my ex (he's a nobody)
I'm just tryna catch the next (body)
Drive my body crazy
Nobody
I body
Drive my body crazy
Writer: Alicia Renee Williams, Alyssa Stephens, Keith D. Sweat, Paul Dawson, Scott Fitzgerald
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Blame Me
Can't blame me
(Oh, no)
Yeah
I'll admit it, I be tripping 'bout the small shit
Insecure is what you call it
Say you don't trust me, then what is the point of all this?
Say I'm trippin', I'm bitchin', you 'bout to call it quits
I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
Feel the connection, but somehow I feel like I'm alone
Too gone to hold onto the pain, gotta move on
How I let my past f*ck up what we got going on?
I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' it off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back
I just need some reassurance, show me you all in
Baby, f*ck me like you love me, like you fresh out the pen
If I could do it all over, I'd do it again
Now I move better than the way I moved back then
Shit, this ain't perfect, it's a vibe
We be on some gang shit like we Bonnie and Clyde
We ride or die
But this shit bottled up inside
He say "F*ck the past, and put that hurt to the side"
But shit, I'm tryin'
I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
I'm protecting myself of what I been through before
Good at covering up the pain, but it's gettin' old
How I let my past f*ck up what we got going on?
I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' it off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back
Ooh, oh
Oh
No
Ooh, oh
Oh
No
(Oh, no)
Yeah
I'll admit it, I be tripping 'bout the small shit
Insecure is what you call it
Say you don't trust me, then what is the point of all this?
Say I'm trippin', I'm bitchin', you 'bout to call it quits
I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
Feel the connection, but somehow I feel like I'm alone
Too gone to hold onto the pain, gotta move on
How I let my past f*ck up what we got going on?
I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' it off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back
I just need some reassurance, show me you all in
Baby, f*ck me like you love me, like you fresh out the pen
If I could do it all over, I'd do it again
Now I move better than the way I moved back then
Shit, this ain't perfect, it's a vibe
We be on some gang shit like we Bonnie and Clyde
We ride or die
But this shit bottled up inside
He say "F*ck the past, and put that hurt to the side"
But shit, I'm tryin'
I got a void in my heart, baby, I can't let it go
I'm protecting myself of what I been through before
Good at covering up the pain, but it's gettin' old
How I let my past f*ck up what we got going on?
I done been let down
And it got you stressed out
Gettin' it off of my chest now
Tired of being let down
I can't help my past
You can blame it on my last
I can't help my past
But it's holding me back
Ooh, oh
Oh
No
Ooh, oh
Oh
No
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Charles Driggers, Kevin Andre Price, Kevin White, Mike Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bitch from da Souf (Remix)
(Bankroll Got It)
Yeah
I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it
Ain't athletic but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah
Ayy where that cash at, I stack it like Tetris
Real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh
I run it up, they busy runnin' they mouth
I'm a real ass, rich ass, bitch from the South, yeah, yeah
Bitches getting bust down for a bust down
I don't move if they ain't payin' like some bus fare
Know that the promoter cut the check if I was there
Bitches got a problem, line 'em up like I cut hair
I need it paid in full like Keisha
Rappers in my DM I ain't f*ckin' for a feature
Aretha with them Franklins
I'm getting money, I can't meet ya
Ran down on a bitch, all a sudden she got amnesia
I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it
Ain't athletic but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah
Ayy where that cash at, I stack it like Tetris
Real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh
I run it up, they busy runnin' they mouth
I'm a real ass, rich ass, bitch from the South, yeah, yeah
These niggas know that I'm a keeper
And I got that KO, I'ma f*ck around and sleep 'em
Chopper sing like Aretha, might cost your life to meet her
Pop the trunks in that bitch, runnin' home, Derek Jeter
Shit ain't sweet, I just dropped a bag on my teeth
He put Fendi all on my feet, I leave stains all in his sheets
He know better than to f*ck around, no bitch f*cking with me
I won't hesitate to get a bitch gone ASAP, no Rocky
I throw that ass back to see if he gon' catch it
Ain't athletic but it's tennis for the necklace, yeah
Ayy where that cash at, I stack it like Tetris
Real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections
First I make him eat it 'til he lockjaw
Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh
I run it up, they busy runnin' they mouth
I'm a real ass, rich ass, bitch from the South (yeah)
I run it up, they busy runnin' they mouth
I'm a real ass, rich ass, bitch from the South
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Joel Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Queen of da Souf is the debut studio album by American rapper Latto. It was released on August 21, 2020, by RCA Records and Streamcut. The album was supported by four singles: "Bitch from da Souf (Remix)" (featuring Saweetie and Trina), "Muwop" (featuring Gucci Mane), "On God", and "In n Out" (featuring City Girls); alongside two promotional singles: "No Hook" and "He Say She Say".
The album features guest appearances from other artists such as 21 Savage and 42 Dugg. The album debuted at number 44 on the Billboard 200. The album's extended version was released on December 11, 2020.
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LattoThe album features guest appearances from other artists such as 21 Savage and 42 Dugg. The album debuted at number 44 on the Billboard 200. The album's extended version was released on December 11, 2020.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Bankhead, Bankroll Got It, Bijan Amir, BricksDaMane, Diego Ave, Ghost-Kid Da Produca, Hitmaka, IAmXayy, Jae Roc, Johnny Dutra, J. White Did It, Murda Beatz, Pooh Beatz, BOADRAY, Rice n' Peas, Robot Scott, RTJ, SkipOnDaBeat, Tha Genius, ThaOnlySensei, London Jae
Length: 31:24
Released: August 21st, 2020
Year: 2020