Woah, woah
**** tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
**** tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, woah
Uh, Young Money (We got London On Da Track)
**** tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah
You a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her
Them boys police, them **** undercover
Lil' bitch, that pussy so dry, you finna break the rubber
I done took a **** life and I'll take another
Young **** pull up, gon' spaz
Young **** got that bag
Young **** run the jazz
****, we ain't going out sad
Y'all **** going out bad
Y'all **** hang around feds
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags (Offset)
We cannot throw in the towel
****'ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
****'ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These **** will run in your house
Fucking a thot in her mouth
I Dolce Gabbana my couch
Big balling shit, rap game what we talking 'bout
Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Pop me a Perc'
Sip me some syrup, I'm tripping the fuck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn't even ask
I just wanna smash, so bitch bending over
I pray I don't crash
I'm sippin' on Act', so bitch, I can't focus
I cut 'em off fast
I go get the bag, then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I'm fine, you dine
Eat the bitch, she wine and dine
I fuck her, she whine and crying
But when it get live, these **** ain't down to ride
Your **** 'bout it? Doubt it
My **** turn to Michael Myers
Young **** pull up, gon' spaz
Young **** got that bag
Young **** run the jazz
****, we ain't going out sad
Y'all **** going out bad
Y'all **** hang around feds
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
Lil' bitch, I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting, little hoe, is cause of me
I heard I'm stopping bags, word to Shaggy, it wasn't me
These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain't bust in me
I'm a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch
See me in the gym, now these bitches wanna go bench press
I ain't fucking with you sis, we ain't with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I'm still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name, you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must've used a lot of starch 'cause they still pressed
Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico
'Cause it's Paid In Full, baby, my car don't get repo'd
London got that heat, though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat
Young **** pull up, gon' spaz
Young **** got that bag
Young **** run the jazz
****, we ain't going out sad
Y'all **** going out bad
Y'all **** hang around feds
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
Y'all **** make a **** laugh
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags
****, we ain't throwing no flags (Bitch we ain't throwing no flag)
****, we ain't throwing no flags (Bitch we ain't throwing no flag)
****, we ain't throwing no flags (Bitch we ain't throwing no flag)
****, we ain't throwing no flags (Bitch we ain't throwing no flag)

Writer(s): London Holmes, Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Kiari Cephus, Hector Chapparo, Aubrey Robinson, Kendall Bailey & Kevin Richardson.