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

National rap superstar is on the run

After being linked to a series of brutal killings

And report any sightings immediately

According to police, the victim

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, yeah, yeah

I took that demon to the 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 their heads, I want them begging for their life

I want them dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming

And they scared

I wanna pull they 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 their hair up in a bun

I let these bitches see

I should've left these hoes with none

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

Before I come there, put a hole in it"

Like, pow, pow, pow

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

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 it 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 them 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, revamped it

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

I want their heads, I want 'em begging for their life

I want them dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming

And they scared

I wanna pull their lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch

Then you a opp

If you with that bitch

When I come get her, you gon' die

Rap, beam, shot, bap

Oh-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 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-oh