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