Undercover Lyrics

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

Is you fucking on me baby

I need to know

Fattest pussy on you baby

Round pole you go

Drop drop drop that ass all on me crazy

How fast it go

All you bitches acting shady

I son you hoes

I don't need fifty people round me to convince you I'm that dude (I don't)

I don't need fifty people jumping behind me bitch I'm good

They really mad cause they know I got the whole package bitch I do

Hating bro why you faking like you don't know H what you doing

I pull up on the scene

Bitches loving on me

Funny how they hated

Now they envying me

I put money on the table

I put bread in the beef

I put money over bitches

That's why they mad at me

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

Said she want some Prada baby

I gave her more

Put her in Donna Versace

A custom hoe

My wrist froze my wrist is icy

Degrees on low

Name her Dior my hoe cocky

La Meilleure Houe (The best hoe)

Bitch you not my op you say you is but you not

Fucking with H just stop

Looking like a clown on the pot

If you ain't shitting get off

That's my spot

On the way to the road to the tippity top

Whoever you is can't stop

Haters getting sicker by the day

Doubted on H got a cough kinda funny how it go right

Switch up on the flow right (aye aye)

Pop corks we go all night (aye aye)

Bitch throwing that ass keep it going that fast

Watch you pop that pussy on the pole right

I don't know who he is but he gonna hate

Promise you I'd wash his lyrics anyways

You can feel anyway give a fuck about your day

I don't care what they say fucking H here to stay

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

Heard lil bitch be fucking on him and his brother

That lil bitch Undercover

Tell that bitch I'm him hoe can't play me

Bitch I'm not your mother

All this money on me

Gucci Prada Dior on my feet

All these hoes on me

Fendi Louis dripping Givenchy

It's H