Vindictive

[Intro]
Ayy, rest in peace Prodigy, man
You know I'ma hold the city down, though, for sure, haha
Y'all who the fuck it is
B, haha
Yeah, they ain't gon' like this one
I mean what the fuck did y'all think was gon' happen, though?
Do y'all not know what the fuck I do?
This type of shit right here keep me going (We gotta do this shit the right way)
Bitch
Slow down for what?
Look

[Verse 1]
Who holding my city down? You can't name no one else (Hell no)
Post a flyer for a show, then I came by myself (By myself)
Fuck niggas thought, I don't hang with the help (Yeah)
I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt (Lil' bitch)
You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit (I'm what?)
You just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit (You is)
Shootin' vids, but wear the same clothes twice in them shits (You did)
But you winnin'? Touchin' this chicken? Dog, who writing her shit? (Who is?)
I swear they pussy and they frauds, I ain't likin' this shit
I'm Big B, your big homie, I ain't fightin' and shit
Put this pole down your throat like I'm pipin' this bitch
When I rhyme, I'm snatchin' souls, bitches quiet as shit
I guess these niggas heard I'm single, okay, now they tryna fuck (They is)
I make bitches put it up, 'cause if they don't, they gettin' touched (They did)
Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much
I make bitches leveled up or make them pick that metal up

[Chorus]
'Cause it's the real (It's the real), B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit
'Cause it's the real (Real), B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit

[Verse 2]
Even when I'm on chill, anywhere, I stand out
How bitches so tough, whole time head down?
Shouldn't've said my name, I got the upper hand now (Lucky me, nigga)
You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now (Shoot at me, nigga)
How the fuck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex? (What?), claim she up next (What?)
Talk the shoot 'em up, bang, but ain't did shit yet? (You ain't did nothin', nigga)
Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit
You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch (What?)
It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes (Y'all is)
I'm the same one who told you Joe should buy your ass some clothes (I'm one hundred, nigga)
When I seen you, I seen ho, would I fuck your nigga? No (Nah)
Lil' B, I'm grown as fuck, my pussy fatter than your nose
When I seen you was froze, you ain't even have a chain on Should've cheese-necked your ass and told you quit it with the lame song
But I'm a real bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches can't get to me
That bitch know that she can't whoop me, so act up, then I'm on fully
Before you had a name, you was all on my dick (You was all on my dick)
Kept postin' me and my bitch, I was posin' with that stick
Then you got some fame and started copying my shit (What?)
People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit (The real fuckin' B)
You don't do this rap shit, mami, you just want a following (What?)
It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling (You should've tried)
These bars light as fuck, I got a lot of shit that's bottled in
Talkin' numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following (What?)
When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over (You pussy)
Been the same bitch who used to post up on the corner
In the club off Patrón, probably standing on the sofa
Hate for what, lil' B? You want a gun with no diploma
You ain't even from the Road, better try that shit again (What?)
And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again? (Why you lie to them again?)
Wanna keep it strictly music, I'ma body her again (I'ma body her again)
All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again (I know it's probably her again)
Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city" (And you did, fuck nigga)
So why the fuck you tryna make your artist go against me? (Why you is, fuck nigga?)
You probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me (What?)
Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a semi
You ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back
Lil' bald-head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched
Banging on a toddler, lil' ho, I wouldn't have did that
You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at
I tried being nice, but I'ma tear your ass apart
On my mama, you was scared, see, I really got a heart
I know niggas geekin' you, you could've played it smart
But now I gotta Shether you and really make it hard

[Interlude]
I swear to God I seem to have a soft spot
When I see bitches is not with that shit for real, like
Hoes, I'm
I'm on the sidewalk, nigga

[Verse 3]
This rap filled with corny niggas, I ain't gotta lie (I ain't gotta lie)
So when my niggas done rappin', I ain't really got a lot (I ain't really got a lot)
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block (You ain't really on the 6)
And that shit so disrespectful, bitch, I really did a lot (You ain't really did shit)
Rapping like you 'bout it when we clearly know you not (You ain't really on shit)
Lil' bitch, I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped (Lil' bitch, you can get hit)
Type of bitch to drop the gun, and can't even run a spot
She so grown, but when I ho her, niggas actin' like she not (Huh?)

[Chorus]
'Cause it's the real (Real), B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit

[Outro]
It's the real, lil' ho (Bitch)
How the fuck you actin' crazy?
Better know what the fuck time it is
'Bout to smack the shit out your ass (Dumb-ass ho)
Come back on that shit again
Man, I should pop you in your motherfuckin' mouth like your mama said
Bitch
Who the fuck is this bitch talkin' to, man?