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Ice Spice

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Grrah, like
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Why you tryna come for me, like? (Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me (Yeah)
Like, please, not too much on me (Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me, like?
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly
Like, please, not too much on me (Grrah)

Okay, let's talk about facts (Facts)
She gettin' bigger than rap
In his mind, I be runnin' them laps
I got my niggas in check (Grrah)
Feel like GloRilla, I'm blessed
Thеy wanna know what's next (Uh)
Bitches got me vеxed
Left my ex depressed (Depressed)
Not too much on me (Damn)
If you say that shit in private, say it publicly (Mm)
When they said I wouldn't make it, that shit stuck with me
Now it's up with me, bitches know what's up with me
Niggas know what's up with me (Like)
Walk through with my shades on, hoodie on
I ain't tryna end up on The Shade Room
Never been a dayroom
I done kicked the door down on this bitch, they gotta make room
"How she hit the charts off a word, ain't she fake news?"
I got all my haters sick (Uh), now they face blue
Screamin' FNF (Grrah), like, I hate dudes
I don't even chase my lick, why would I chase you?
Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today, the same move (Let's go)

Why you tryna come for me, like? (Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me (Yeah)
Like, please, not too much on me (Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me, like?
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly
Like, please, not too much on me (Grrah)