Wrap It Up (Outro)

[Verse 1]

Yeah
Hoes really think they competition
I'm a only say this once
So you bitches better listen
Keep taking my shit
Fuck around and go missing
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out my kitchen
Cause I'm the top chef
I make these hoes do the dishes
I'm about to make a mess
Watch you clean it when I'm finished
Biting my shit every time that I look up

Know I got the juice
Now these hoes wanna hook up
Weak ass flows
Tell them hoes
Get they hooks up
Weak ass clothes
Tell them hoes
Get they looks up
You know that I inspired
All that shit that you thought of
Now you getting quiet
Every time that it's brought up

We could sit down and talk
We could probably take a walk
You be all on my dick
But that ain't your fault
You could blame it on my mama
Why a bitch so raw
Next time you want a piece
Know that shit gon cost
When we talk about bars
Know you hoes don't got it
Rapping bout the same shit
Man hoes stop it
These hoes be whack
And they can't stay in pocket

But fuck all of that
Let me switch up the top
Let's talk about how a real bitch never missed
And everything I touch
Bitch I turn to a hit
I be lapping up hoes
So my ass they can kiss
Time to wrap it up hoes
You'll truly be missed