THAT BITCH

You know I've been way too fuckin' pressure, way they starin' me

We can never sit in the same room like an Air'nB

I'm thick like a stack of fuckin' pancakes, getting syrupy

I don't think you bitches really hearin' me

Bitches need some therapy, and they need some CeraVe

I'm stackin' up all my bread like my name fuckin' Sara Lee

I could never lose myself if I gain sense of clarity

Not my problem if they ain't eating, fuck yo charity, bitch

Bitches call me fat, but I'm not that big

I ain't livin' in the projects, but I got him that bricked

I'm shining brighter in the room, I never been that glitch

Yeah, I'm all up in they scalp cause I'm just that itch