Lyrics Pasta - BbyMutha

Pasta

Bitches buy a lil reefer now they think they plug
Big bitch, yea ya nigga show me nothin but love
I do what you bitches can’t, I’m in the back with the thugs
You a baby, call me crazy
You just lazy, bitch I’m gravy
I do what I wanna do
And you just do what you told
Never been a bougie bitch
I’m skippin class with the hoes
They done flew me overseas
I got a couple of shows
I’m a yes
You try your best
You still a no
I know you stressed, bitch
I’m gettin money now
Bitches actin funny now
Tatts all on my face and pasta all up in my stomach now
Hit the ground runnin so she lookin like a dummy now
Know you hate to hear it
Bbymutha gettin money now
Everybody love you til you focused
Bitches on the bench pretending like they the coaches
Actin like I owe ya
I was hurting you ain’t notice
Bitch I’m headed to the bank
I’m snorting diamonds, coca cola
I’m a rider, I’m a roller
I know how to handle me
If you see me with a nigga
He ain’t get with me for free
I kick it with who I wanna
Clout it don’t mean shit to me
All these poppin hoes just losers with an instagram degree
They could never fuck with me
And I tell you bitches all the time… if I see you, I’mma spit on you.
imma cock back hard as shit and just let go of the biggest spitball you have
ever seen in your life bitch.
cause you deserve.
I’m sick of you niggas.
I’m sick of you bitches.
I’m fed the fuck up.
Talking all that shit.
You can’t even stand in the same room and breathe the same air as me bitch.
I’m iconic.
You’re a pig.
A loved one that I’m about to lose to mesothelioma,
bitch.
Where’s my check?
Where’s my diamonds, where’s my fur?
Where’s my
fucking respect?
On God, I’m not lettin you bitches get no rest for the rest of
ya’ll lives.
Ya’ll gon have to feel me.
ya know what I’m sayin?
I ain’t get no
sleep cause of ya’ll… Ya’ll ain’t gon get no sleep cause of me, damn it