Pasta - BbyMutha

Bitches buy a lil reefer now they think they plug

Big bitch, yea ya nigga show me nothin but love

I do what you bitches can’t, I’m in the back with the thugs

You a baby, call me crazy

You just lazy, bitch I’m gravy

I do what I wanna do

And you just do what you told

Never been a bougie bitch

I’m skippin class with the hoes

They done flew me overseas

I got a couple of shows

I’m a yes

You try your best

You still a no

I know you stressed, bitch

I’m gettin money now

Bitches actin funny now

Tatts all on my face and pasta all up in my stomach now

Hit the ground runnin so she lookin like a dummy now

Know you hate to hear it

Bbymutha gettin money now

Everybody love you til you focused

Bitches on the bench pretending like they the coaches

Actin like I owe ya

I was hurting you ain’t notice

Bitch I’m headed to the bank

I’m snorting diamonds, coca cola

I’m a rider, I’m a roller

I know how to handle me

If you see me with a nigga

He ain’t get with me for free

I kick it with who I wanna

Clout it don’t mean shit to me

All these poppin hoes just losers with an instagram degree

They could never fuck with me

And I tell you bitches all the time… if I see you, I’mma spit on you.

imma cock back hard as shit and just let go of the biggest spitball you have

ever seen in your life bitch.

cause you deserve.

I’m sick of you niggas.

I’m sick of you bitches.

I’m fed the fuck up.

Talking all that shit.

You can’t even stand in the same room and breathe the same air as me bitch.

I’m iconic.

You’re a pig.

A loved one that I’m about to lose to mesothelioma,

bitch.

Where’s my check?

Where’s my diamonds, where’s my fur?

Where’s my

fucking respect?

On God, I’m not lettin you bitches get no rest for the rest of

ya’ll lives.

Ya’ll gon have to feel me.

ya know what I’m sayin?

I ain’t get no

sleep cause of ya’ll… Ya’ll ain’t gon get no sleep cause of me, damn it