[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I pull up quick
I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe, you smokin' dirt
I'm gettin' hella stoned
All you do is copy me
But I don't love a clone
You can never hit my blunt
Because I love to smoke alone

They ask me where I get my swag
I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl, blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me, I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat

[Verse 1]
Came through, I'm like bitch, wassup
I just roll it up and you wanna try your luck
Tell a hoe catch my drift, like I'm Ken Block
Fuck a bitch, get rich, 'cause I'm too hot

SpiceGurl so fresh, 'cause I'm up next
I don't wanna chat, so do not ever send a text
I won't tell you two times like I'm Famous Dex
When I walk into your city, bitches break their necks

Yuuh, I just want the check
I'm on a wave, in a boat, you look like ship wreck
Young bitch, stack my money to my fuckin' neck
E.T. princess, I'm for Star Trek

Yuuh, oh my god
Posh Spice so nice, so goth
Take everything you bought
Never get caught
I do whatever that I want, 'cause it's fuck cops

Fuck a job, I'ma just stay lit
I be doin' shit, make these other hoes quit
I keep it real, 'cause you bitches counterfeit
SpiceGurlPurp, I'm your neighbourhood witch

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I pull up quick
I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe, you smokin' dirt
I'm gettin' hella stoned
All you do is copy me
But I don't love a clone
You can never hit my blunt
Because I love to smoke alone

They ask me where I get my swag
I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl, blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me, I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat

[Verse 2]
Brought all the juice to the motherfuckin' section
Bitch, I'm goin' that way, you bitches got the wrong direction
Dropped outta school, 'cause I cannot pay attention
Now they all show me love, yeah they wanna show affection

Pulled up and you know I'm lookin' very rare
Bad witch wit' a choker, diamonds in my hair
If I'm smokin' on a woodz, I ain't gotta share
SpiceGurl so Gucci, they call me La Flare

If you ain't really with the shits, then you should really quit
You on the block, trick or treat, but you just a trick
I keep it lit like a candle, I ain't got no wick
I keep it fire in this bitch, and I ain't got no Bic

You actin' like you Barbie, bitch, I'm a fuckin' brat
If you ain't really with the shits, then I don't gotta chat
I feed my bitch backwoods, just to relax
I'm only puffin' on a blunt if it's really fat

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I pull a click
I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe, you smokin' dirt, I'm gettin' hella stoved
All you do is copy me
But I don't own a clone
You can never hit my blunt
Because I like to smoke alone

They ask me where I get my swag
I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl, blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me, I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat