Translucent - BbyMutha

I see through you niggas on my microscopic shit

Bitch I ain’t fuckin' with ya, you wasn’t with me in them bricks

I told these hoes I had a plan, they started hating on me

Niggas left me lonely

I’m the only bitch who hard enough to deal with all this extra shit

I ain’t need you now, won’t need you later, so get off my dick

Tell yo bitch to suck it, I know she no suck it better

She not clever, she don’t make you think bout nothin else but me

I’m the fuckin key, ratchet bitch out tennessee

Sorry I embarrass you, that’s my bad

Sorry I ain’t perfect, I ain’t workin on it either

Smoke my reefer, catch a flight

Naw that bitch don’t wanna fight

Naw these hoes don’t want no smoke

I dipped everything in gold

Cocaine dripping down my throat

Can’t compare me to these bitches on the internet

You here today, you die tonight, I’m still a legendary bitch

You still an ordinary nigga I just let you borrow me

You’ll never fuck with me without a fee — run my money, bitch

Niggas acting like I owe 'em, Imma show em why I don’t

Pussy put him in a coma but he ain’t the one I want

Bitches beefin' with they self and tryna take it out on me

Bitch I’m bby-fuckin'-mutha, you hoes can’t even compete

I see through you bitches… smiling all up in my face

You really wanna take my place

You want the recipe

Welcome to my kitchen it’s too hot for you

Sweating out ya edges

You could never handle half of what i’m going thru

I been working hard, you ain’t gotta get it

Bitch that’s why it ain’t for you

Maybe I’m too nice to niggas, prolly shoulda murdered you

Know you bitches wanna see me struggle, you too gullible

A silly hoe

Diamonds in my blood, roses in my soul

Got my destiny under control, you just play your role

Haters to the front and back of me, I’m in a booster seat

Yo lil' boyfriend wanna baby me, I’m feeling lucky

He can buy a bitch whatever but i’ll never let him fuck me

Baby girl just trust me, if i get him you won’t even want him back

I’m a freak bitch, I give these simple niggas heart attacks

Niggas are disposable — toilet tissue, baby wipes

My eyes is on the prize lil baby

No ya ass can’t spend the night

Niggas acting like I owe 'em, Imma show em why I don’t

Pussy put him in a coma but he ain’t the one I want

Bitches beefin' with they self and tryna take it out on me

Bitch I’m bby-fuckin'-mutha, you hoes can’t even compete