Euphoric

[Intro]
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
Grrah

[Chorus]
Shittin' on bitches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin' to notice

[Verse 1]
These bitches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a bitch like it's fun (Like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next, like, "Ice Spice, you really the one" (I'm next)
Think that she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' niggas to get hot like (Like what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah, grrah)
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not, like (Suck my dick)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a bitch, then come see what this bitch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (Facts)
Fuck on ya bro, like, this shit is amusin' (Word, grrah)

[Chorus]
Shittin' on bitches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin' to notice

[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' on za' like a hippie (Word)
If she a baddie, I tell her "Get wit' me" (Get wit' me)
I'm finna Pooh on these bitches like Winnie
I do my dance on a nigga like Diddy (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Bow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' bitch in my city (Word)
You not a Barbie, it's givin' dirty
I fuck her up (Suck my dick), then I get sturdy, grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this perky (Word)
Watch me get lit by the end of the summer
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother (Grrah)
Uh (Grrah), I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother

[Chorus]
Shittin' on bitches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin' to notice