Letra de ' Bully Freestyle ' de Ice Spice

Damn, I'm on my bully I do too much I'm really that bitch, huh
She be mad that nigga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
Girl don't do it you'll really get packed no FedEx two day ship (baow)
My ex mad as shit, baby, I'm the baddest bitch (I am)

I get the breesh and I dub him
That nigga's a dub, no, he cannot dress
I cannot fuck him (ew)
Maxed his card it wasn't hard

Nigga was feenin' to touch me (touch me)
The way that I move, the way that I walk
No, you shouldn't trust me (nah)
I stuff the hundreds in a duffy

Them hatin' bitches really love me (they do)
How you my bitch and you sub me? (Huh?)
If you talk crazy we'll end it abruptly
Fearin' no bitch only God is above me

Yeah, they watchin' all my moves
If she want drill, shit, she better come with the tool
I ain't even gotta prove
Soon as I step in the room they gettin' in tune

Talkin' money come correct to me
I'm gettin' nasty off Hennessy (nasty)
He gonna spare me respectfully (grrt)
Niggas could never get next to me (no)

I got the sauce I'm the recipe
She throwin' shots ain't no doctor
Twitter fingers she a blogger
Couple karats on the collar

Told that boy to give me mattha (mattha, mattha)
How you think they gonna beat me, nigga?
You better know how to treat me, nigga
He ain't mine you just seen me with him

But don't be surprised if I'm leavin' with him
How you think they gonna beat me, nigga? (what?)
You better know how to treat me, nigga
He ain't mine you just seen me with him

But don't be surprised if I'm leavin' with him
Damn, I'm on my bully I do too much I'm really that bitch, huh
She be mad that nigga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
Girl don't do it you'll really get packed no FedEx two day ship (baow)

My ex mad as shit, baby, I'm the baddest bitch (I am)
I get the breesh and I dub him
That nigga's a dub, no, he cannot dress
I cannot fuck him (ew)

Maxed his card it wasn't hard
Nigga was feenin' to touch me (touch me)
The way that I move, the way that I walk
No, you shouldn't trust me (nah)

I stuff the hundreds in a duffy
Them hatin' bitches really love me (they do)
How you my bitch and you sub me? (Huh?)
If you talk crazy we'll end it abruptly

Fearin' no bitch only God is above me
Yeah, they watchin' all my moves
If she want drill, shit, she better come with the tool
I ain't even gotta prove
Soon as I step in the room they gettin' in tune