Dead (Feat. Summer Walker)

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits-
Now stands accused of a crime spree
That has left a trail of devastation and fear-
International rap superstar is on the run
After being linked to a series of brutal killings
Remain vigilant and report any sightings immediately
According to police, the victims-

Cardi B, who has always been a controversial-
Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly, several female rappers-
If these allegations are true
It will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in music history

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-eah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride, I'm goin' fast (fast)
Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch? She lookin' back
I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold
I don't think these bitches know, I want they heads
I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one
I tell hos to suck my dick, they put they hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see, I shoulda left these hos with nothin'
Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hos be dumb
Bitches love to die young, look

The water fountain, put my toes in it, music fire, put my soul in it
My coochie and my business, these bitches love puttin' they nose in it
Tell a bitch, you better use your head 'fore I come there, put a hole in it
Like baow, baow, baow, now she can bowl with it

They say, "Cardi, you tweakin'," nah, I don't be tweakin' enough
Bitches be doin' shit, and I been letting it slide, and I don't be bringin' it up
Bitches be out here tellin' lies about me, and y'all just be eating it up
But when I drag her to hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck"

She say my name, she getting belt, she think I'm playing, she getting belt
When we go in the store, don't touch nothing, you complain, or you getting belt
I cried 300 days last year and none of y'all called me up
And like those tears that ran down my cheek, y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl

Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's workin'?
Guess who doin' shows for damn near free and pockets hurtin'?
Guess who make sure that she play nice when we in person?
And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon? Uh

I'm collecting body bags like they purses
I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses
Bitches got some nerve and then be nervous
Ah-ah-ah, don't tell me, tell customer service

Not for nothing I'm that bitch, I look good, plus I'm thick
If you get money and you cute, then, bae, you basically my twin
You been here since "Washpoppin," then we basically locked in
You done see me knocked down nine times, still get up ten

They still mad about that Grammy, they still mad that I'm still poppin'
They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went diamond
Hos tried rebrandin', revampin', but ain't do nothin'
Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweaking, yup, in front of the world, what?
How you do a bitch like that if I'm your-, huh
I tried to come in peace, they tore me into pieces
Now I gotta R-I-P it

I want they heads
I want 'em begging for they life, I want 'em dead
I know they heard a bitch was comin' and they scared
I wanna pull the lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you an opp
If you with that bitch when I come get her, you gon' die
Red beam, shot, bah

Ooh, I want all these bitches dead
Gone and deceased, capisce?
No, I won't rest 'til all these bitches sleep
Lord, give me the strength, 'cause all these bitches weak
Man, I swear, I want all these bitches all dead

Enemies all begging for their life
You playing with me, won't make it through the night
I'll do more than everything, that's right
Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead
Dead, dead
Dead, ooh