CupcakKe - PetSmart

I swear these hoes
These hoes be all bark no bite
Fucking ridiculous

This for the, "CupcakKe a joke"
One million in and you broke
He fainted as soon as I spoke
Like Wendy Williams, heat stroke (phew)
Bitch, I'm so cold
Gotta rock me a thermal and sweater right under the coat
Bitch, I got so many bars
That Azealia Banks call me when she needs soap (no shade)

I just be shooting like craps (brrah)
Ten different flows when I rap (yeah)
Sleeping on me that shit wack (wack)
I hope the bed bugs attack (ha)
Ay, why is my name in your mouth?
Tell the dentist get rid of it
Right with that plaque (get it out)
Bitch, I'm out here seeing M's
You just seeing M&Ms in a pack

Running your house and I'm flipping the couch
Yeah you know this a trap but I'm not talking mouse
Now I got you tied up like an unfaithful spouse
Put the cash in the bag I don't got time to count
'Cause you know this bitch called the cops (cops)
Flavor Flav she got clocked (clock)
Off her head 'cause she a opp
Seeing if she still alive like Pac
Ay, yo man keep ringing my line (ring)
He don't want this in decline (nah)
I'ma have to stomp him out (how?)
Like turning grapes into wine

And he still gon' think I'm a keeper
'Cause I'm dressed every day like it's Easter
Bitches be swearing they cute
But they look like that bow up on Rihanna's sneakers (ugly)
Had to check that bitch, I'm Netflix rich
No Miley Cyrus, I wreck that bitch
Bread like a verse so I peck that bitch
What's your address? That's how I address that shit

Bullets sent her to heaven, no Keyshia Cole (boom boom boom)
You don't wanna know what the Visa hold (boom boom boom)
These bitches heated like pizza rolls
I'm in the penthouse but I get my sheets from Kohl's
I'm smart with the bag, I'm a grape
That's the same ho that used to hate (funny)
But now these bitches in my face like we on Beyond Scared Straight, wait, yeah
Ain't none of that, I be making bitches mad
I pull up in the Jag', then I flex, then I brag
You should wear a durag, 'cause your edges look sad
Think you look mega good, but you Michael Jackson bad

Bitch you need to stop, your nigga asking me why I tease a lot
I said, "I don't know, can I breathe or not?"
His bread gone like an empty pizza box
I'm finna leave the spot (skrrt)
I spent 13K on some Gucci (Gucci)
He spent thirteen dollars on your coochie (coochie)
Took your ass to see Tunechi, look (what?)
Bitch you really is a groupie, ay
Shawty if I'm not aware of 'em ('ware of 'em)
You know I'm 'bout to start airing 'em (boom boom boom)
All I hang wit' is animals, deeper than the Shedd Aquarium (yeah)
Niggas so fake they'll kill they friend
And at the funeral show up and carry 'em (fake as fuck)
Soon as everybody leave, spit up on his grave soon as they bury him

They still mad, that's the best part (best part)
Give me more bite with the less bark
You could put your bitch on a leash (leash)
Or I'ma drag that bitch right to PetSmart
I'ma let you choose, but I make the rules
Give me a tool, so play it cool
Second to who? Nah I never lose
I always cum first like the day April Fools
I'll take a train to the money, ride a plane to the money
Ride a dick to the money, what it do?
I got so much paper on me
my homie thinking that I'm 'bouta go right back to school, ay
Big chopper on me like Bruce, ay (Bruce)
Big mouth bitch that's a moose, ay (moose)
All my life I've been snapping like a Snapple
Yeah they know I got the juice

How your hair stay laid but your rent ain't paid?
And your bed ain't made but you geek
Bitches be dirties, panties look like lemonade
Every time they fuck around and pee
I just be riding the beat always deliver heat
Then I eat it up, that's Uber Eats
They don't want beef 'cause I pop up on bitches
Like corners when tucking in some newer sheets (bop)

Written by:
Elizabeth Eden Harris, Mike Yannick Kalombo

Publisher:
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Songtrust Ave

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