Hide & Seek - Justina Valentine

Hide and go seek

You bitter hoes weak

Can’t ride a dick or a beat

Imagine being slicker than me

Bitches is sheep

I call them hoes little Bo Peep

Don’t care if they deep

They been intimidated so they always keep distance from me

See I’m killing dudes

So I get my Carole Bask on

Been a masquerade hoe

Go ahead and leave your mask on

I don’t wanna know what’s behind that

Business is booming so Imma just mind that

Hatin on my track but I bet you rewind that

Hot flow not yours, know where to find that

Original, no subliminal, shorty really lyrical

The way I’m killing y’all it should be criminal

See you at the pinnacle, my digital is critical

I bust down every syllable, just for the fucking principle

Now the word on the street is they tryna beat me ew we, who’s she?

That was a good try

ABCDEFG double OD, stick a fork in her she’s done tell her goodbye

Couldn’t see my wordplay on my worst day

Let them wa wa wa have a good cry

If you thought you was doper then go thank you dealer

You supposed to 'cause that was a good high

You a fiend for the flow

Get a scheme for the low

You a meme at the most

Have you seen her

You be skeezin for doe

I be feastin on hoes

I’m a beast and you know, Justina

Imma catch these fish

Lightening quick

When they bite my shit

Piranha

I’ma twist my tits

Hit these licks, kiss your bitch

Shit, Hip Hop, Madonna

I don’t do it for no accolades

'Cause after Sway

I had these rappers mad at me

And they don’t have to feel me

Imma masturbate

I’m the main event hoe

You the matinée

Now we trapped in the trap

So it’s back to rap

Attack these tracks

And Ima drop back to back

I’m up to bat that’s a fact get my ass to clap

Stack some racks

Tell my man to grab the gat

Who iller

Red head killer

Even in a drout Imma get that skrilla

Hot toddy, cleanse my body

The box on gold

Getting rich like Roddy

So you better bring the ambulance

Damnit man, you sweeter than some candied yams

I’m hand to hand in the land like Jackie Chan

I rack the grands

I’m getting green like Packer fans

If you thought you could knock her just 'cause of her knockers

Or thought you could rock her, you off of your rocker

Just go see a doctor to fix you up proper

A penny for my thots, you bitches is copper

These birds wanna flock her, I turn up like Waka

I’m hitting these punches just like I’m boxer

Your girl wanna box her, I’m gettin this work

So just make sure you clock her