Miss Blaze - Hood

Let me tell y'all how I wake up like this
Pressure Pakk
Hardest Bitch Out
And this how I wake up, And this how I wake up
Yeah
I wake in the morning
I get on that beat, and I pop shit
I get on that beat, and I wreck it
You bitches be all in my section
There will be no second guessing
These niggas be calling me baby
But yeen' tell I'm ya' lady
These bitches be tripping, they assed out
Waiting for me to throw cash out
Bitch, that’s out of the question
I’m bagging my money and bagging yo' nigga too
They like to see me perform
Like Megan Thee Stallion, I get on my knees too
I ride it straight to tip top
You gotta yell for me to stop
I ride that dick with no hands, yeah
She ride that dick for some bands, yeah
Tell these bitches I’m the hardest out
And I’m harder than yo' favorite male rapper
I get some head in a comfortable bed
Smoke me a glizzy then bail after
"I don’t really like the hood shit"
"I kinda wanted me a good bitch"
Maybe I'm too much to handle
So you said lower my standards
Nigga, the fuck out my face
I'm the rawest bitch you ever put ya' lips on
I like to play with the sticks
Shooting the cubes while listening to trap songs
You better be glad I can’t trap
Cause' I woulda' had these hoes buying trap phones
I know you wish I couldn’t rap
So I couldn't be ya' man ringtone
Yes, he be screaming for me now
I’m doing well with big amounts
I call the shots, I send em' out
I got the shooters so watch ya' mouth
My bitches get money too
It’s one of me bitch, and it’s one of you
If you fuck up a check, I'm gone have to slide
Don’t play with my money
You do and you die
I'm the queen of da Sip, that's me
Respect the boss, they gone bow to my feet
If these bitches want smoke then they got it with me
When you up, you gone choke or you gone cop a plea
They don’t make like this no mo'
I fucked the game up, and I ain't never been a hoe
Told my mama, I can’t wait to be booking these shows
Gucci from head to the top of my toes
I call the shots, I send the message
I got bitches being messy
Bitch, you not on my level
I bussed down the bezel
This Cuban for the necklace
I fucked on that nigga then ran through his pockets
Blessed with a talent, can’t nobody stop it
I got the gift of gab for real
I made these niggas keep it trill
Been on my bully since I left the playground
Tell these bitches to lay down
I need a ring if you want me to stay down
Know the watch is a buss down
Gotta tell all these niggas I been hood
Gotta get that shit understood
They had me trapping while I was in diapers
Hardest bitch out, come equipped with a sniper
I ain't gone say this shit no more
I'm the hardest bitch doing this shit for real
Pressure
Miss Blaze

Written by:
Triniti Simmons

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