Latto let em know
Man these h**s be broke as hell, cap a*s b**hes
Latto let em know
Don’t forget it, princess of the Southside, b***h (Ha)
Queen Clayco
Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your a- get up off, get up off your a*s
Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points
Bad b***h four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby(Brrr)
Ride it good, drive a n***a crazy, for eight miles like slim shady (Skrrt)
Full throttle, b***h im never lazy (Skrrt)
Now he underwater like he in the Navy (Ay)
Ex n***a drop the diss on me, I’d be mad too if my b***h made me (Ha)
Im a real a*s b***h (B***h)
These h**s ain’t on s**t, but d**k (D**k)
Wonder why they call me Latto, every n***a in this city wanna hit, yeah (Uhh)
F**k a one on one, all my dogs gon fight with me Michael Vick, yeah
When my ex lame a*s get mad, he threaten me to leak the flick (Ha, ha, ha)
F**k it, ay, I got more in the bank than they whole budget (Yeah)
If that b***h ain’t loyal, I’ma kick her out the group, Latoya Luckett (Ay, f**k)
Still single cause I got my own, I refuse to be a n***a puppet (F**k)
b**hes claim the hood, really from the Boondocks, that’s Uncle Ruckus ( Ha, ha, ha)
Ay, I can’t break b***h, I won’t even bend (Nah)
Check the peep hole, for you let him in (Yeah)
And if he broke, don’t you let that n***a in (Nah)
Usain Bolt, have him run up in yo s**t (Brrr)
You ain’t the boss, selling dimes and nickels (What?)
Off white on me, like I’m moving bricks (Ay)
I’m from Clayco, Southside s**t, five six so slim (Southside, ay)
Ay I’ll get a n***a wiped down like Boosie (Boosie)
Ay, I was 16 when I touched 6 figures, I ain’t no groupie (On god)
Been doing this s**t, I been a rich kid, no schooling (On god)
Ay twelve got these n***as wearing wires, ya’ll rat a*s can’t fool me (Dummie, da f**k)
Hol up dog, I think the phone tapped (What?)
Phone or you, we ain’t gon doubt (The what?)
He just text me a knockout (Ay, ay)
Hurry home, so I can hit from the back (Yeet)
b**hes whack, nah they can’t really rap (Hell nah)
It ain’t in the trunk, it’s on my lap (Brrr)
Turn a street n***a to a sap (F**k)
Finesse a rich n***a like Baps (Aha)
I watch em change on me like quarters, they two faced (They fake a*s)
She keep my name out her mouth more than her tooth paste (Man da f**k)
Ran down had that b***h shook like old bae (Oh she shook)
New bae can’t even keep his eyes off me like 2 k
I’m runnin circles round these rap h**s, like Nascar (Skrrt)
I like trappers and jackers (Brrr)
I don’t even reply to dms from rap stars (F**k, grrra)
Really got that super soaker, he don’t gotta spit start (What?)
No key, that’s push start (Skrrt)
Networth going up, I’m getting more paper than a bookmark
Little b***h