Yeah, it’s Madoka Tiny frame, huge quota (hey!) Small body, big aura Run it back All the hoes want to be us She in her home, I let her see us (What?) She let us hold her till she see us Lil' Madoka, Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Ha) It's all the same to us (Yeah) We in the house, we make the whole house bigger She want the clout, I make her whole mouth bigger (Uh) I put the house up on my back, she gettin' bolder (Ugh) We keep a target on her back until she hold up (What?) 'Cause, see, the bigger they come, the bigger they fall (Uh) And now we watchin' 'em run, they're outta control (Yeah) It's no contest, yeah, it's no contest, they gone (Uh) It's no contest, no contest, no (Ugh) Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Itty Bitty Big Hoe) Madoka, Lil' Big Madoka (Madoka) Itty Bitty Big Hoe (Itty Bitty Big Hoe) Madoka, Lil' Big Madoka Madoka, what's up? Tryna find someone who can shut up Rap about bein' small but you big, what? Talk about bein' small but you big, what? Inches are long but you cut up Lyrically show you the cut-up Immaculately in the cut In the booth, in the zone, yeah, I'm stuck Your boyfriend said I'm the cuter one All my hoes bad, never had a bad one So tell me what up? Said you can do what I do When you see me, what you do? When you see me, what you do? Not a thing, not a thing, not a thing Nope, not a thing Not a thing, not a thing, not a thing Nope, not a thing I'm the one they be hatin' and lovin' In my pockets, you see a couple dubs And they talkin', they talkin', they talkin' They do it for nothin', I do it for somethin' If you come, better come with some substance When I come, better come with a subject If I come, better come with some hoes If I come, better come with some blunts And when I come, better come with some funds When I come, better come with some ones And you know I ain't comin' for nothin' If I come, better come with a bag Better come with a tag Better come with a chain If I come, better come with a rag If I come, better come with a towel I'ma need it, my drip runnin' wild When I spit, they say, "She spit so wild" Said I wouldn't be sh!t, look at me now In my mind, I'm like, "What's that about?" In my mind, I'm like, "What's that about?" What’s up? Little hoe, what’s up? You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck What’s up? Say it then, what’s up? All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush What’s up? Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah) You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up What’s up? Whole crowd like “what’s up?” Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up Yeah, you post thirst traps, I post charts You chase blue checks, I break hearts You just scream on the beat, I spit art You a light lil’ snack, I’m a five-star You a DM link, I’m the invite You a borrowed bag, I’m the real ice You a fake “I’m booked,” I’m a real flight You a club night lie, I’m the bright light Whole crew plastic, I can see the seams I’m a nightmare walkin’ through your lil’ dreams You a close friends story to a dead stream I’m the main page, queen of the whole scene I been workin', they doin' the minimum That's why I'm not concerned with opinions Gettin' sick of the hoes and the feminine So I hop on the beat and start killin' it And I'm bringin' my friends in the city We ain't trippin', we coolin', we chillin' And my pockets, they blue like I'm crippin' Takin' care of my kin, I'm the illest And I'm packin' the shows like a pillie Then I stack up my bread like a deli I be floatin', I'm poppin' the wheelie They don't want it with me, I'm a milli I be singin', I'm out in my feelings They be hatin' and talkin', it's silly Why the f**k you lyin'? How she feelin' brave with the Rimmel and the Maybelline? (How?) This b!tch broke, can't afford Vaseline (Haha) Krusty-ass b!tch, I am so serene What's up? Her, with the Y, like it's Medicaid The only time you beat me when you m@sturbate In the underground, yeah, I lay in wait What's up? (Yeah) B!tch, you know you lyin' If you wanna beef, you need money to pay for steaks (Haha) Look at your plate, not a grain in sight Meanwhile, I'm eating cake, boy, you a grape Think you can take me? You know you can't Mmm, okay, maybe you can When I'm on a plane and I'm landing in Japan We know you're a hater and we know you're a stan Wanna eat me? Okay, I'm a ram What's up? Wait, hold up, what's up? (Yeah) Why the f**k you lyin'? (Ha) What’s up? Little hoe, what’s up? You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck What’s up? Say it then, what’s up? All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush What’s up? Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah) You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up What’s up? Whole crowd like “what’s up?” Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up To keep it a buck, you a hundred percent pu$$y Glock pointed, I don't even gotta ask where the cash at Ain't no better gangsters in this than them hoes in K-City Y'all ain't been in that water for real, like, where your dad at? When it come to b!tches, they got so many to choose But a homie tryna say I remind him of his momma Might just f**k his daddy too, I ain't got nothin' to lose I been that b!tch, I ain't gotta try, I promise 'Cause, homie, I just be freestylin' for fun All y'all rap hoes weak, b!tch, y'all gotta get stronger Y'all better off sellin' pu$$y than tryna be rappers And that's just me keepin' it a buck with you, like Giannis Look, uh, he said he tryna buy me new Bottegas I'm tryna buy a coupe and buy a house with hella acres I'm in the trap eatin' jerk chicken with Jamaicans A real gangster b!tch, and, nah, I can't fake it I might be in LA, in the hills, lookin' spacious Then it's back to K-City in the trenches with the gangsters Where it's b!tches with two, three, four different baby daddies So if you want beef, b!tch, I promise, it ain't Nathan B!tch, it ain't Nathan, b!tch, it ain't Nathan We can get it poppin', b!tch, it ain't Nathan Knew a homie who didn't like the way I was rappin' You could tell he was mad from the way he was actin' He just want me in the kitchen cookin' food and relapsin' Like, "I don't know why you tryna make this music happen" But I knew a homie who ain't have to question my passion He was buyin' me Louis, new Giuseppe and fashion He knew I was a star, knew the time I was passin' He knew I was the one from the time that I tapped in Knew a couple homies who was hatin' and was snakin' They was actin' like my brothers, but they wanted what I makin' They was actin' like they love me, but they want what I create And they was sayin' they was proud, but I knew that they was fakin' So I knew a couple b!tches who was hatin' on the low They was actin' like they gangsta, but they actin' like a hoe They was sayin' they was next, but they ain't comin' for my throat 'Cause they ain't sayin' it with chest, 'cause they already know And I knew a couple b!tches who was talkin' on the 'net They was talkin' all that sh!t, but they ain't sayin' it direct 'Cause when I ask 'em what it is, they be sayin' it's a jest What’s up? Little hoe, what’s up? You was loud on the ‘net, in the flesh you stuck What’s up? Say it then, what’s up? All cap in the chat, in my face, you hush What’s up? Big Madoka, what’s up? (yeah) You ain’t ready for the smoke, better pack that up What’s up? Whole crowd like “what’s up?” Every time I drop a bar, hands up, that’s up ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All copyrights for Lyrics & Sounds are reserved to ©𝕄𝔸𝔻𝕆𝕂𝔸 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟. Unauthorized use prohibited
