Megan Thee Stallion — Thot Shit

Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Post me a pic, finna make me a profit When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic I've been lit since brunch, thot shit Order '42 for the table, let’s pop shit Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate 'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me All I see is a whole lotta dinner I walk around the house butt-naked And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back 'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear it Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me I gotta be a doctor how I’m orderin' CCs Go to your place, no face, no case Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith I remember hoes used to clap for me happily Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me Watchin' me go through and still tryna drag me Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me? I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah) Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit Everything I eat go straight to my pockets 2021, finna graduate college Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic Fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look How many bitches lyin' if they say they boss is better? They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh) Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough" LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin' My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin' Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch One thing I know, two things for certain None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin' He could never say that I was one of his women I don't even let niggas know where I stay I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit) Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit Hands on my knees, hands on my knees