Produced by John "J-C" Carr, Tomás Matos and Bill Coleman
Vox Recorded by Matt Gorny, NYC
Mixed and Mastered by John "J-C" Carr, UK
Executive Producer / A&R: Tomás Matos, Carolina Alduey and Bill Coleman for Peace Bisquit and 3Arts
https://ffm.bio/pgb28my
Image : Aquariux
Art: Bob Bottle, Tomás Matos and Bill Coleman
LYRICS
Girl… they talkin bout you…
…Who?
Mm mm, lemme stop all this hullalaboo
why you actin like my shit aint jumpin
You know when you alone you got me blastin, bumpin
You can’t afford to hate me baby go and get ya fundin
Or just keep ya mouth shut, & keep it pumpin
Wait wait hold up hold up, Whatchu say?
You sayin “mm they can’t rap, girl there’s no way”
My flow sweet papi you know it’s that dolce
Just come and get a lick cuz I know you want a taste
I’m speedin past you bitches but we ain’t on the expressway
I’m stomping down this track like it’s the newest fashion runway
If you not ready for this heat today you will be one day
But for right now do like Beyoncé said and MOVE OUT THE WAY
Bitch you know I got bars, down
Girls gays and theys battle hoes thru the ground
And they betta use my proper pronouns
When I roll up to they town and make that shit my playground
Cuz we go up like it’s the 1 to Harlem
Skyrocket past the haters yea straight to stardom
Don’t talk to me less you raising my income
this pussy is top tier it’s pretti n platinum
P L A T I N U M
If you cummin come correct, my pronouns are they/them
We can battle all night bitch again and again
I’m known to go for rounds, is u down for round 10
Why you gaggin?
You ain’t know?
I’m that gworl from the forgotten borough
Staten Island reppin thru & thru
Damn they shoulda told you
You be actin like my shit aint jumpin
You know when you alone you got me blastin, bumpin
You can’t afford to hate me baby go and get ya fundin
Or just keep ya mouth shut, & keep it pumpin
& To all the haters that comin on my page
Lemme make one thing clear for y’all I got the range
Imma wear my little black dress and pumps and go viral
Then head to the gym and bench ya girl, yea I’m her idol
You don’t want the smoke, baby I do not play
Imma burn ya shit out like u my ash tray
Anyway, what you say? About my lingerie?
That inner homophobias a dead giveaway
You a fan, you sure u dont want a quick selfie
You want my autograph? Here its in my telfie
You sitting on that lil screen hittin buttons
Meanwhile im on ya mind, the next up n comin
You should thank me for helping ya brain get some development
All that hate you spew? Gives… irrelevant
glad you in attendance though, its time for school
Only bad bitches get haters, I don’t make the rules
Don’t be actin like my shit aint jumpin
You know when you alone you got me blastin, bumpin
You can’t afford to hate me baby go and get ya funds in
Or just keep ya mouth shut, & keep it pumpin
Keep it pumpin
Keep keep it pumpin
Keep it pumpin
Do like New York Said “BYEEE PUMPKIN”
Biiiiitch, you just ate them UP
Girl, them, haters ain’t gon take my shine
I’m fine divine and livin in my prime
