Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, huh, ha
Lil' bitch, he don't wanna set me off
If he wanna say a word to my bitch, that's gonna send me off
Lil' bitch, don't wanna get popped
If you wanna talk to my bitch, gonna send me off

Yeah, don't talk to my bitch
If there's conversation, then there's gonna be a monitor
Smack the shit out of any lil' boy that wanna talk to her
If there's conversation, then there's gonna be a monitor
And if she talk to you, she play you like a flute, a yamaha
I am not you, no, I am not a regular
If I see his name pop up on her cellular
I'ma throw a fit like a rabid ass bitch, bitch

Don't talk to my bitch
If there's conversation, then there's gonna be a monitor
And if I see your ugly name pop up all on her cellular
I'ma throw a fit like a rabid ass bitch, bitch
Don't talk to my bitch
If there's conversation, then there's gonna be a monitor
If I see your name pop up on her cellular
I'ma throw a fit like a rabid ass bitch, bitch

Pull up to the party with her
Put your hands on her hips, I'll turn you into kitty litter
Shit on you
Yuh, yuh, that's right, I'll shit on you
‘Cause you are a bird ass bitch like cockatiel
And you don't got that good, good, good, cock
But this Glock is gonna cock at you
Cockadoodle doo, cockadoodle doo, cockadoodle doo
Don't talk to my, don't talk to my
Don't talk to my, don't talk to my bitch