Next Up?

[intro]
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh
What, what, what, what
Who that is? (what)
They wanna know who that is, yeah?
Who that is? (what)
It’s the kid (what)
Uh, uh, yeah, what, uh, yeah

Its the B-R-3 to the N-Y-A
If it ain’t Ps then I’m M.I.A
Baddie at night and a baddie by day
And if he eats good then send him my way
‘Cause I’m pretty with the skeng, I’m pretty with the pen
Phone call from your nigga and he missin' me again
Still up in the ends, finna cop a Benz
I’m a Black Barbie tryna chill off with a Ken
I’m a groovy chick, I’m a boujee bitch
Yeah, I'll pop up on your ass on some movie shit
I want the whole damn world with the moon in it
Every time I kill a beat they’re like “who did it”?
Whole crew widdit, it's no rules to this
They be mad at my lyrics 'cah the shoe fitted
You’s a lucky nigga if I let you hit it
I switched it up, got a new image
Cause I’m that bitch that all want a verse from
Come tru fresh with my tight mini skirt on
I ain't the shit? I don’t know who you heard from
While you was 'sleep, I've been gettin' my work on
Been gettin' straight to the money
Like Acen and Huddy
Big back but she stiff, that's a waste of a body
Your bae said he love me, I'm making him honey
He wan' fly me out to a place where it's sunny
I’m a bad girl, I do bad things
And when I hop on the *mtchew* issa mad ting
If I used to be your wife, that’s a sad ting
Came tru, straight mobbin’ on the gang ting
Like, what's happening? I'm the captain
Better than me? That's a whole lot of cappin’
I'm all about the Benjamins, no Franklin
I wan' it all this year, it's no lackin’
All I do is win, I can never take a loss
And from the offset I been due to take off
Ive been going cray doe tryna make a prof'
You used to deal with lames, now you’re fuckin' with the boss
You’re fuckin' with the baddest, my coochie game the maddest
And I can make your night, I ain’t talking about Gladys
I used to be nice, now they turned me to a savage
And when I’m on the mic, all I do is straight damage
It’s like, "who’s the gyal inna di black Beamer?"
Can't style on me, man I style cleaner
If she think she a problem, she’s a dreamer
He jumped in head first, what, a nigga beaver?
It's like, "who’s the dark ting with the fat back?" (fat back)
I do my gun lean then I trap mash (trap mash)
They ain't really on things, they just act bad
Ain’t no Shade Room ting when I clap back
Like buss that, they jealous me cause I does that
They chasin’ clout cah they tryna get they buzz back
What’s that? That nigga still ain’t give you love back?
Them bitches stay on my back like a rucksack
Uh, I know you rate me
I can’t lie, I’ve been killing it lately
I didn’t wanna do it to ‘em but they made me
I make a boy stand up, Slim Shady
Every ting crisp, every ting cool, I got nuff class, I’m the baddest in the school
If a nigga play me twice, I must be a fool
I made him move fast like a three second rule
I’ve been runnin' this ting from quay back
I’m tryna double up my Ms like a Maybach
Been sittin’ back for a while now it’s payback
They on my old flows now, but that they can take that, uh, yeah