[Intro: Drebae]
Yes, Drebae
[Chorus: Drebae]
When I come through, it's pressure, I got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks (My bands)
You old news, bitch antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, it ain't no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure, I got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks (My bands)
You old news, bitch antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, it ain't no flaws
[Verse 1: Drebae]
You can't hold a candle to me, bitch, I am the flame
I make these niggas go Gaga and I ain't talkin' 'bout The Fame
Play they asses like I'm Big Pun
Snatch souls, call me Shang Tsung
Got the sauce and it ain't no rum
I secure bread while you gettin' crumbs
I pull up in the leer (Skrrt)
Making moves, top tier
Bitch, I'm on my own level
Ain't no jury of my peers
If you cross me, then hang the rope
A call and it's handled, Olivia Pope
You novice mode and I'm so elite
I'm the new wave, you obsolete
Bitch, you talking reckless but don't really want no pressure
Treat you like an EMT, will put your body on a stretcher (Bitch)
If the situation's sticky, tell my niggas "Grab the blicky"
Bitch, you try it with the kid, they at your neck just like a hickey
[Chorus: Drebae]
When I come through, it's pressure, I got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks (My bands)
You old news, bitch antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, it ain't no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure, I got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks (My bands)
You old news, bitch antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, it ain't no flaws
[Verse 2: Drebae]
They said I wouldn't be nothing and now it's clear that I'm a threat
Everybody slept on me and now they drowning in regret
Don't sweat the butterfly, bitch, if you ain't love the caterpillar
Glowed up, now he tryna right his wrongs, Bryson Tiller
You ain't gettin' money? Then we can't relate
You want my time? Gotta compensate
Money long like Rapunzel's hair
I'm a work of art, that's why they stare
Prada shades with the tinted lens
Stylish nigga, I set the trends
Neck draped in gold medallions
These bitches weak, send in Thee Stallion
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
I would hate me too if I ain't look like Thee Stallion
This expensive, this Italian (Ayy, ayy)
Healthy pussy, eatin' salad (Ayy, ayy)
Talkin' shit is just my talent
Lock that jaw up, like a felon
Got that late night, Jimmy Fallon
Wake him up like a pep rally
Real bitches move in silence (They do)
That's why I'm always quiet (Shh)
Let that ho get loud 'cause I know that ho won't try it
Bitch, I been a boss, been a minute since I fought
Ho, watch yo fucking mouth before I take this Gucci off
Murder everything, murder everything
They tried to act like they ain't know me, but they knew my name
Now everything I do, these bitches wanna do the same
These heffas copy me like Simon, they do what I say
I have yet to meet a challenge, I been chillin' in my palace
Sippin henny out a chalice, knocking bitches off they balance
I'm the one like I've been chosen, Tina Snow, neck frozen
Money long like califragilisticexpialidocious
[Outro: Drebae]
When I come through, it's pressure, I got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike 'cause I'm all about my checks (My bands)
You old news, bitch antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, it ain't no flaws
