"We On Dat" lyrics

Y'all, I—
It was a bitch ran up on me with a motherfuckin' Southside Fade
These bitches walkin' around with Southside F—?
This hoe ran up on me in Family Dolla', y'all
The bitch hit me in my lip so fuckin' fast, I ain't even get to lick my shit
I ain't even get to feel if it was swellin' up or not
The bitch— ah, I'm like, okay, I'm on that too
So we can, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You know what I'm sayin'? We on that

Yeah, bitch, we on that
You know you don't want that
We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend
That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
Stomp down, never been sweet
Aye

Okay, I'm throwed
I'm the one that got these bitches puttin' blush on they nose
And wearin' pink on they clothes
They know I'm throwin' the bows
French tip on the toes
And it's bald, Amber Rose
I'm that bitch and it shows
That I'm that— huh, that's a fact

None of these bitches wanna get down and scratch
I'ma mink-mink-mink me a bitch, no cap
On the internet talkin'— bitch, talk to the chat
Cause I'm not pickin' up what you puttin' down

Bitch, I heard the word around town
Them hoes said you wasn't on shit
Bitch, we laugh, you a clown
Why hoes wanna pick with just me?
Maybe cause I'm gettin' money and I'm pretty
Bitch, you got the wrong idea
Pussy hoe, just wait and you'll see

Yeah, bitch, we on that
You know you don't want that
We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend
That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
Stomp down, never been sweet
Aye

That tough-ass shit, I ain't buyin' it
If you want the smoke, I'm supplyin' it
I am that bitch, no denyin' it
That's why these bitches keep tryin' it, huh
I'm not a Family Guy
But I'll kill you and go write a book just like Brian did
Spread you thin—Mariah the Scientist
Your business, hoe—you shoulda minded it

Hello?
The fuck did you think I was on?
The fuck did you think that it meant
When I told you that I'm in the field like a zone?
Come on—
Aye
The fuck did you think I was on?
Bitch, you might not make it home
I'm starving like Marvin
Hoe, let's get it on

Yeah, bitch, we on that
You know you don't want that
We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend
That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End
Yeah, hoe, we like that
Pussy hoe, don't fight back
Stomp down, never been sweet