Gee Willikers Lyrics

Bitch

Huh, huh, huh

I can't be around no fake niggas, shit, I'm cutting ties

Gotta let a rat be a rat, what she glorifies

Think she really left a mark, bitch, I'm feeling horrified

When I ball, bitch, I'm tryna dunk like the Jordan sign

I'm about as petty as it gets, probably borderline

Tell her she gon' up ride on this dick like a stolen ride

I'm the type punch you in yo' jaw with no warning sign

If I see you playin' with the fam, boy I hope you try

Bitch, you better not tell a lie, tell me what we bouta do

Cute face, skinny waist and she bout her dollars too

If you got something, the only time they gon' be proud of you

Boy, I'm green while I'm chasing green, did it out the blew

On the chase like I'm Tom and Jerry, feel unstoppable

Niggas act, like a Tubi movie, it's unwatchable

Out the way, bitch, don't bother me and I won't bother you

She a baddie with some rat friends, Kim Possible

Bullets eat with these chopsticks, feel like Chinese

Bitch I'm hot and you kinda mid, 55 degrees

Told her I can treat you better baby, come and vibe with me

And you witnessing the infamous, call me Prodigy

Honestly, I look at these niggas like they comedy

But it seem like they don't catch the drift like I drive the streets

All I see, heaven right above, no one on top of me

By the finish line, logically, no one in front of me

They keep saying, "You the realest nigga", Well I ought to be

You a rag doll for yo' crew, that's what it sound to me

And I'm tryna ball for the fam, they keep fouling me

Bitch you better start yo' period before you start with me

Nigga we not commonly, get the fuck up off of me

Hustle still inside of me, like I'm stuck in poverty

Only want her down on me, she get nothing out of me

Looking like a clown to me when they fucking doubt on me

If you talk, you gon' get exposed, I ain't keeping secrets

You sorry ass, school the only time that you was peaking

Yeah, she not a meat lover, but today she not no vegan

These niggas hate but they steady creeping, yeah, I peep it

I'm getting turnt, take a sip to my achievements

A black man with some yellow diamonds, Wiz Khalif shit

Acting different to impress the hos, boy, you tweaking

If you simping then you don't deserve to say you on yo' G shit

Party up, time to celebrate

Choose money over bullshit, I can't separate

Ask me how much do I give a fuck, do an estimate

'Cause I felt the same yesterday and probably everyday

Give advice to my bros, something I don't hesitate

Decorate on her face, think she tryna educate

Middle finger to the world, guess I just don't resonate

On my Criss Angel shit, yeah, I'm tryna levitate, Lani Worrld