It's Ya Girl

She's back for the very first time
What the hell, its ya mutha fuckin girl
Breathless Bitch

Uh oh, who that comin thru the back door
Smacked ya'll, trapped ya'll, with that Cadillac flow
You know who it is, the truest to do this shit
Man you know who I is (yeah its ya girl)
Ey, they say im killer B, hit em with artillery
Soon to be critically acclaimed, call her honey B
I got em jumpin see, nikkas wanna run with me
And they all know who I be (yeah its ya girl)
Yup, im like the corleone, born into a gifted home
Asthmatic, bad habits and dammit track addict
Im livin well too, tired of hearin jealous dudes
Mad that im from Bellevue, well I don't know what to tell you
If you got a problem wit it go see my momma wit it
she got assassins for you like you thought osama did it
I go beyond the limit im outer space now
Take down, wait now (yeah its ya girl)
Ohhhh, baby is sickenin spittiin in the fast lane
Strictly for the cash gain written to my last name
Im way past flames, im like a scorcher
Breathless the enforcer (yeah its ya girl)
Now real talk, I am givin clear thought
With me in the world, what you other rappers here for
Im what you feared for, makin this your last days
A lil birdie heard ya momma say (got damn)
I make it burn ya, internal inferno
I am scientifically proven not to concern ya
Im tryna learn ya so baby take it easy
I know you heated at me but um (got damn)
Im unbelievable reaching the unachievable
So follow the leader we need her to free the people yo
Let me people go all over the world
And everybody else says yeah its ya girl! Breathless bitch!