Angel Haze - On The Edge (Azealia Banks Diss) lyrics

All up in my black! All up in my black! All up in my black tryin' to take my truck! Huh, rose up from the bottom of the pump like a flashlight And all you easy bomb b**hes got your chest tight Weak b**h, you couldn't beat me with your best might I'm burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over... Hold up, I'm busy k**ing these b**hes If not that then I'm giving them stitches I'm burning them down, then I'm cutting these b**hes If they talk sh** then I'm kicking they lips in If you talk sh** then I'm kicking your lips in They tripping with blunts, they literally splitting I'm all in your face, I've got something to spit in Hold up! Wait! Time for recollection If rap is crucified, b**h I'm the resurrection The best kept secret You is indiscretion I'm here to f**ing teach em, you're the f**ing lesson! You and me a wild fire to a matchstick I'm a f**ing problem, you don't wanna add this Hold up! You don't wanna add this! Better yet go run your suns and your bag b**h Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life I'm gonna die of laughter Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear... Oh whatever the f** you called that weak a**... to Jim Jones You know when you had b**hes up in your hood trying find dirt on you? Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember? b**h I'm from the 313 With the f**ing meat cleaver out like who want beef What you gonna do with this... flow? ... you on own your sh**, you should dip low hoe Wait, I want you b**hes so scared that your mental break So you forever be broke with expensive taste I bet you won't leap, ...frog a** b**h p**y a**, Courage the Cowardly Dog a** b**h Hold up! Yeah! Or like when you were texting me about ... remember? Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this b**h! And I was like, oh OK, we're all good! b**h, I got emo on you! b**h, you don't want war! But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together I was in the City, chilling with a bomb b**h Who was on Twitter, talking like she run sh** You was in my text, looking for some pity, b**h I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City sh** My boyfriend left me, my heart's gonna break b**h, you be f**ing n***as on their oxygen tank! sh**! I be making moves, b**h, plotting my fate Looking at you whack hoes like who's spot should I take Wait, wait! ... rainbow, now you're on your Wayne sh** Rapunzel gonna be missing like her edges in her... is Really, I was hoping you would clap first But either way I'mma go and get you that work! I'm the one that everybody say you can't be You know it too, cause I'm the only one ain't tweet Nappy... ghetto f**ing Easter Bunny Eat up every track, that's the OJ... I'm like genuinely laughing on this sh** That's why she doesn't really talk much Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, b**h Don't tell me when you're going to London for a month Don't say, oh, you're so Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with .... Did he play you the track that I ripped? Did he play your style that I stole, b**h? Give me our beat, let me work that ba** He played that for me, I didn't like it b**h put an album out! I think my album's more done than yours and I just started a week ago You out here sleeping on studio floors, Wasting money on digi-videos and Photoshop Stop it, b**h!