Megan Thee Stallion - HISS lyrics

I just wanna kick this shit
Off by sayin': Fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name
On a motherf##kin' thing
Every time I get mentioned
One of y'all bitch-ass n#ggas get
Twenty-four hours of attention
I'm finna get this shit off my
Chest and lay it to rest let's go (let's go)

(And if the beat live
B-B-Bankroll Got It) ayy

I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey)
Got these n#ggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous
Might get managed by Kris Jenner next
(yeah, yeah)
He can't move on, can't let it go (let it go)
He hooked, nose full of that Tina Snow
And since n#ggas need Megan help


To make money, bitch, come be my ho
All of you bitches is weak, on the Bible
(weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by
A bitch that was dancin'
Makin' R kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as f##k and I'm freaky
(and I'm freaky)
Get whoever I want, eeny-meeny, yeah
Why the f##k would I stay
With a nigga that's weak
In the sheets and don't know how to please
Me? Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Say he f##ked Megan and now he the topic
These n#ggas thinkin' they lowered the value
All this free promo, I'm turnin' a profit
Hate when a nigga be kissin' and tellin'
(tellin')
Say he a player, but he in his feelings
(what?)
Bet I won't give up the pussy again (no)
Shit, should've gave it to his friend (ayy)

These hoes don't be mad at Megan
These hoes mad at Megan's Law
I don't really know what the problem is
But, I guarantee y'all don't want me to start
B!tch, you a pussy (you a pussy)
Never finna check me, yeah
Every chance you get
Bet your weak ass won't address me (ho)
B!tches swear they G
But the G must stand for goofy
(G must stand for goofy)
When the f##k did all the
Gangster n#ggas turn to groupies?
Everybody wanna kick it when
You ain't a threat (ain't a threat)
These n#ggas don't like me 'cause
They know I'm on they neck

Y'all goofy-ass hoes look so dumb every
Time y'all celebrate fake news, hah
Usin' my name for likes and views
I don't give a f##k what
Y'all make trend, bitch, i still win
(Haha ha)

Nigga, ain't you hear? I ain't scared of dick
Any man go against me, I handle shit
(handle shit)
I'm the Teflon Don in the courtroom, yeah
They be throwin' that dirt, don't shit stick
(shit stick)
All these lil' rap n#ggas so fraud (so fraud)
Xanax be they hardest bars (mmm)
These n#ggas hate on BBLs and be
Walkin' 'round with the same scars

Real curvy, no edgin'
N#ggas fight to get in my section
(my section)
Don't speak on my body count if the
Dick ain't worth comin' back for seconds
Cosplay gangsters, fake-ass accents
Posted in another nigga hood like a bad bitch
(where are you from?)
I'm a big dog, bitch, can't lil' sis me
(lil' sis me)
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me (mmm)
Make one move, got 'em in a tizzy
(in a tizzy)
Killin' shit, that's why they tryna rip me
Still goin' hard with the odds against me
(odds against me)
These n#ggas don't have fans, they bots (no)
These bitches don't have ass, they shots
Yeah
And they still tuned in if they fans or not

Allegations from the oppositions
B!tch n#ggas just eatin' it up
These blogs get paid to lie
Y'all talk shit and be broke as f##k
(broke as f##k)
Bottom line is I'm still rich, yeah
Do Megan bad and I'm still good (still good)
Bringin' up who might've f##ked and the
Bottom line is they still would
I just wanna f##k my nigga in peace
But all my old n#ggas still love me
Niggas ain't hit this pussy in years, damn
I knew my shit was heat
None of you n#ggas was wifey material
None of you n#ggas was worth all the drama
None of you n#ggas was hittin' it raw and
Mad I'm not one of your baby mamas

Always got my ass out
Always let my titties show
When I'm in the gym
I think 'bout bitches that I'm shittin' on
I'm way too f##kin' cocky to take
Him back if he been cheatin'
I can't let none of you raggedy
B!tches think that y'all my equal
Ever since I claimed the summer
All you bitches want a season
(all you bitches want a season)
Ask a ho why she don't like me
Bet she can't give you a reason
You know motherf##kin' well these bitches
Wanna sound like Tina
Don't you ever grab a mic and
Think that me and you competin', hmm

Ayy, bad bitch and the walls ain't bendin'
Post photo, name start trendin'
Why every time one of y'all
Z-list hoes do an interview
I get mentioned? (Ayy, look)
I don't give a f##k who think what
You n#ggas is typin' for nothin'
On the internet typin' this shit to me?
Write him a letter or somethin'

Say, bitch-ass nigga, don't type
Me nothin' else, don't write me nothin' else
(get the f##k out the comments)
Download JPay since y'all n#ggas got
So much to say
Or schedule a conjugal visit or somethin'
Haha ha dick ridin'-ass n#ggas
(baow, baow, baow, baow)