Vindictive Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye Rest In Piece to Prodigy man
You know I'm a hold the city down though fasho
Y'all who the f*ck it is
B!!
Yeah they ain't gone like this one
I mean what the f*ck y'all think was gone happen though
Do y'all not know what the f*ck I do
This type of shit right here keep me going
Bitch, slow down for what

[Verse 1]
Look, who holding my city down, you can't name no one else
Post a flier for a show, then I came by myself
f*ck niggas thought, I don't hang with the help
I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt
You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit
Just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit
Shootin' vids, but where the same clothes twice in them shits
But you winning, touching this chicken dog
Who writing her shit?
I swear they p*ssy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit
I'm big B, yo big homie, I ain't fighting and shit
Put this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch
When I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit
I guess these niggas heard I'm single, okay now they trying to f*ck
I make bitches put it up, cause if they don't, they getting touched
Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much
I made bitches leveled up, but make them pick that metal up

[Hook]
'Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit, that's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit
[x2]

[Verse 2]
Yo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out
How bitches so tough, whole time, head down?
Shouldn't have said my name, I got the upper hand now
You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now
How the f*ck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next
Talk the "shoot em up, bang!" But, ain't did shit yet?
Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit
You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch
It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes
I'm the same one who told you, Joe should buy your ass some clothes
When I seen you, I seen hoe, would I f*ck your nigga? No!
Lil B, I'm grown as f*ck, my p*ssy fatter than your nose
When I seen you was froze
You ain't even have a chain on, should've cheesed necked your ass
And told you, "quit it with the lame songs!"
Bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches know they can't get to me
That bitch no she can't whoop to me, act up and I'm on fully Before you had a name, you was all on my dick
Kept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick
Then you got some fame, and started copying my shit
People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit
You don't do this rap shit mami, you just wanna following
It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling
These bars light as f*ck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in
Talking numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following

[Verse 3]
When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over
Been the same bitch, who used to post up on the corner
In the club, off patron, probably standing on the sofa, hate for what Lil B? You want a gun, with no diploma
You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again
And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?
Wanna keep it strictly music, imma body her again
All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again
Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city!"
So why the f*ck you trying to make your artist go against me?
You probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me
Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi
You ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back
Lil bald head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched
Banging on a toddler, lil hoe, I wouldn't have did that
You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at
I tried being nice, but imma tear your ass apart
On my mama you was scared, and see, I really got a heart
I know niggas geeking you, you could've played it smart
But now I gotta shether you and really make it hard

[Verse 4]
This rap filled with corny niggas, I ain't gotta lie
So when my niggas done rapping, I ain't really got a lot
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block
And that shit so disrespectful, bitch I really did a lot
You rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not
Lil bitch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped
Type the bitch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot
She so grown, but when I hoe her, niggas acting like she not

[Hook]
'Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit, me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen shit

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