[Verse 1: Harlee]
Hotline blinging, your phone never ringing
You never did trap, you gotta be kidding
Rolling in the back, never got one bring in
My team winning, this girl fibbing
Her team clearly never did one drilling
Caught her slipping, now she dripping
Still on chingings through the stitching
Gassed Up Lighties got them missing
[Verse 2: Chryseis]
Queen of the south, baddest on ends
Mash mad work and I bang off skengs
You can only chat 'bout your friends
I'm talking, but I won't tell you again
All these girls are fake and pretend
Never did road just lived on the ends
Even the man that you fucked
Washed up yutes gang where they never make the cut
[Verse 3: Harlee]
Driving around on a mad ting
Any nigga I'm with wants hands in
Swipe that watch, no ramping
Lean out the ride get clapping
Still on crud no acting
Still getting funds and stacking
Opp block praying someones lacking
Gassed Up Lighties on action
[Verse 4: Chryseis]
Gassed Up Lighties are up next
Replica bitches upset
Copying us cos we set trends
Hatering opps now beg friends
We used to pull up on night bus
Eight in the whip, we'll slide up
Now we got the dingers to rise it up
Slap that stick, slide and cut
[Verse 5: Harlee]
Gassed Up Lighties, I'm a bad B
Make your nigga wanna ice me
Sexy, calling me wifey
Babe that's very unlikely
Need a nigga that's like me
On drillings, on sight B
No haircut, wears Nike
Them bitch boys don't like me
[Verse 6: Chryseis]
You was wifey, but also a slave
Bussin' down a brick, but you didn't get paid
Claiming they trap, they say it for fame
Hoe take a seat, there's levels to this game
Bottom of the pyramid is where you lay
Serving your pussy for a role in this lane
Giving uck for your verse to get laid
Trap pussy shoulda been your name
[Verse 7: Harlee]
Chatty, wassy, patty
Take off your wig then come at me
Ching chong, Li Li, if you got problem tell her come see me
Gyal are too needy
Come like my ex man they just wan' pree me
Why you think IG never see me?
Big .45 tell her fall back, be easy
[Verse 8: Chryseis]
I'm sick of the empty threats (I'll get my man)
Your man is wet
I'm that bitch with killers on deck
Bad bitch, I put them in check
Boss bitch, I dish out the cheques
Savage, still blast off your head
Call your boys, our niggas got lead
Beefing our man, their man get can dead
[Verse 9: Harlee]
Get tazered down, I ain't breaking no nails
I pay for niggas to put food on the scales
I'm that bitch got your man bussin' sales
Said he loves me, I'm like oh well
Verified niggas lick pussy as well
Gimmie some money then I might not tell
Treat all men like they're all clientele
All I ever do is buy and sell
[Verse 10: Chryseis]
My niggas had money cos I put them in them trap
Free all my mandem, I only talk facts
Majority of my exes I taught them to bag
When they don't listen that's when they get nabbed
I tell them to stay on point, don't lack
If he get grabbed with the pack, don't chat
No number twos or x-ray scans
Don't eat nothing, you got this fam
[Verse 11: Harlee]
Deluded, stupid bitch, you ain't a gangster
You're just a snitch
Mentally sick, why you think socials took your kids
Got no bands and you ain't on piss
Fuck a Snapchat vid, I pull up, she's calling pigs
Make me sick, pretty little thing will let it rip
You got niggas, I got sticks
You're talking magic tricks, I make you vanish bitch
Pull up to your crib, what's happening?
Onto gang, then I'm on to you
Black bally when we come trough
Don't fuck with anyone based in blue
Fuck a snitch and fuck Trident too (Fuck trident too)
[Verse 12: Chryseis]
These hoes ain't got no receipts
You ain't done shit, you ain't from the streets
Trapping in O, put the bands for your vids
Boying off mandem, support your fibs
Bad girl acting, you ain't on shit
Your niggas got the MAC, but you ain't on piss
Bitch get beat to a pulp
Talk about the times you was snorting that coke
It's all in her head, she a boss in O
Stashpot tramp, you ain't got no dough
Bummy little bitch getting tricked by bros
We don't use a stove, it's a microwave hoe
Mind where you step, get kweffed in our zones
New Cross, Peckham, I'm on Queen's Road
I roll with my gang, I don't need no bros
I'm out here bitch, I'm bait on the roads
