Lyrics B*tch WHO!? - Yana. Remix - JAAE

I'm on the toilet, i'm just shitting on you bitches
If you feeling froggy, leap
But on n my soul you gone go missing
You cruising for a bruising
Me and JAAÈ gone cause trouble
We got what bitches want right now, they praying that we fumble
Said it nan mufuqqa' umm, tackling me
That's word to QB Yana, she the tag for my team
JAAÈ put it in the end zone, back to back we just be scoring
You bitches songs don't do numbers cause yo flow is boring
Said, I am so unheard of, thought I told y'all foreign?
Bitch, I got the Vic, and I talking 'bout the Tori
Bitch i'm on x game mode the way i eat up this lil beat
I Finesse all the bitches don't bring your girl around me
It's Yana baby bitch
Don't forget my name
They say when I got money all I did is change
But I ain't never changed
I just shifted to my lane baby I don't want no sex i just want some brain
I'm sending hits like dispatch
Two tone i got mix match
These niggas can't stop me
They plotting, trying to rob me
My AR waiting to flip these niggas bodies like wasabi
And they know i'm big dawg but don't call me Ricky Bobby
Ion need a gun i beat ass like i'm Rocky
Aye, Aye, Aye

Still living that freestyle but ain't talkin 'WAIT'
Tell my niggas "Pipe down" got to tell 'em to wait
To blast on you, to shoot at you
Bitch, it's J double A with the accent on the E
And I do not give a F like what come after the E
Bitch, i'm always on the F, and yo shit be on the E
40-Bars up in my pen, I got to shout-out Mr. E
I'm popping off like the pink ting that call a bubble
You bitches need some peace, like you Squidward up in a bubble
Yon't make it rain, you make it puddle
You groupie bitch, but no huddle
Tell that nigga pipe down, now his feathers up in a ruffle
Ooouuu, Wait
Let me grab my shit, 'fore this nigga trip
In the back of the whip, I got my bags we on a trip
And we def' don't fuck wit' goofies'
Real treat but ain't talking Goofy
Y'all niggas really foul like stank bitches with they coochie
Bitch, I been won
Actin' like you doing sum'
Get the fuck up out my spot lil bitch
'Yuh Run-Done
Huh, What?
Fucking with me?
Dirt bitch ain't touching these
We blowing that C.A. loud, low eyes like Japanese
Hmm, Aye
Speed it up, race
Word to Blacc Chyna i'm stacking up cake
You bothering me, and it's giving headache
Bitch, I will pound on yo shit, ain't no cake
She dropping it low, you want to hear claps?
Then throw 'mo
Shout-out that nigga named Mo
Bitch, I am cold
How the fuck you ain't know?
Finger lick flow like my shit edible
Not you hit my line, but in public steady ducking
Nigga's bite my Steez, in row?
Yeah, they be ducking
You tired, Robitussin
I'm peaking, but ain't no bussin'
My niggas bussin' shots, if you talking shit should be ducking
I'm flicking through cash money, my checks? I finger fuck it
I'll be signing to Cash-Money, look Wayne! I really does it
Uh, said i'll be ready 'bout fo oh
I thought i'd let y'all know bitch, i'm the one with sticky flows, uh
Uh, bitch you ain't know?
Whether designer, or no brand it's giving many flows
And the wrist be on freeze froze, ain't talking winter cold
And that's shout-out to Slime Gunna, my drip be drowning hoes

I'm really hot, like Gaga I get applause
You niggas switching sides more than bitches with menopause
A serve, Michelle Visage, Stay talking shit from yo Doge
I'm the one who leave it bloody like doctor, go get the gauge
JAAÈ