Claressa Shields Lyrics

Bitch, I'm grindin' like the camera's on I ain't got shit but pap and drip in my carry-on

Imagine that, bitches in my section with no panties on

We blow exotic pounds, had a bag since the Larry run

I just think he hate his own, life wouldn't even say he jealous of me

My cups come in orange, purple, red, shit like Teletubbies

Won't say my name, I'll rock your man just for playin' with me

You want some clout? Pay me for the promo, I got Eddie money

Ain't no rats, we the mob, got the fellas with me

I'm too on my shit, can't play me like a fool

I still wanna kill his ass, I just play it like we cool

Upping dog shit on my Teacher, got me kicked up out the school

Wore that shit in 2020, now I'm Hardly Rockin' Rhude

Blue shit bulging out my pockets, lil' bitch, don't you get no clues

I can't even argue, bitch can see her family wanna fued

I'm put a million on the tables, split that bitch around the room

That's a thousand when I walk, niggas wanna wear my shoes

Finally made that first dub, nigga, whoop-dee-fuckin'-do

You ain't heard of me, I feel like 80s

Who the fuck is you

I wake up on the first ring, ain't got enogh be hittin snooze

Bitch, I'm grindin' like the cameras on

I ain't got shit, but pap and, drip in my carry-on, imagine that