Dead (feat. Summer Walker) - Sped Up - Cardi B/Summer Walker
Lyrics by：Belcalis Almanzar/Samuel Jimenez/James D. Steed/Argel Armando Lara Cuesta/Hide/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen/Saleem Allen/Omar Lateef Thorpe/Jordan Thorpe/Tyler James Bryant
Produced by：DJ SwanQo/Smash David/Sean Island/Octane/Lateef/Argel/Hide
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I took that demon to thе ride I'm goin' fast Fast
Mirror mirror who the baddest bitch? She looking 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 coming 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 hoes to suck my dick they put they hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see I should've left these hoes with nothin'
Never smart to beef with me what can I say? These hoes 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 putting 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 tweaking" nah
I don't be tweaking enough
Bitches be doing shit and I be letting it slide
And I don't be bringing it up
Bitches be out here telling 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 three hundred 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 working?
Guess who doing shows for damn near free and pockets hurting?
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 seen me get 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
Hoes tried rebranding revamping 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 coming 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
Oh I want all these bitches dead
Gone and deceased capisce
No I won't rest till all these bitches sleep
Lord give me the strength 'cause all these bitches weak
Man I swear I want 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
