Gross

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross)
Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows
I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)
I been sleep on the motherfucking floor
I been locked in the studio more
I been kicking my foot in the door
I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)
If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)

[Verse 1]
All in my face like you know me
Bitches love beef like it's Kobe
New York, I am a OG
Everything 'bout me is holy
I am the last of the old me
I hear the rumors about me
I hear the people that doubt me
I think it's kind of arousing
I love the chatter that happens around me
Stick out my tongue like the people of Maori
Talking online, well, you are a coward
People see me and they already sour
I just got richer in less then an hour
No 50 Cent, but I got the power
Think that you smoking, but I got the louder
All of the boys want parts of my flowers
Rappers hit me up, I friend zone them all
I'm not the woman for your beck and call
I am a rapper, I'm not a groupie
I do campaigns, world tours, and the movies
Got every right in this world to be choosey
It's a new decade and I am blooming

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross)
Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows
I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)
I been sleep on the motherfucking floor
I been locked in the studio more
I been kicking my foot in the door
I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)
If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)

[Verse 2]
This pussy hocus pocus
He want it but I'm focused
Plague with the locust
Parting waters like I'm Moses (Who?)
They say I am chosen
Baby, I'm a prophet
Got a lot of enemies
I keep garlic in my pocket
And if I'm being honest
I know you throwing evil
Put my name in the cauldron
But, I still can't see you
No, I do not fear you (On God)
I do not fear nothing (Oh, no)
God is my leader
I know the wrath is coming
Lemme call the corners (Go 'head)
Conquer all disorders
You be screaming bloody murder
While I drag you on the corner (Mmhm)
I'm fighting with my words
I think they call it spelling
I done called the Babalawo
The priestress and the reverend (That me, on me, on me)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross)
Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows
I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)
I been sleep on the motherfucking floor
I been locked in the studio more
I been kicking my foot in the door
I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)
If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)