เนื้อเพลง Hiss - Megan Thee Stallion

I just wanna kick this sh*t off by sayin' f*ck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherf*ckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas get twenty-four hours of attention
I'm finna get this sh*t off my chest and lay it to rest, 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 p*ssy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (Mwah)
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, b*tch, come be my ho (Ah)
All you b*tches is weak, on the Bible (Weak, on the Bible), talkin' sh*t from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a b*tch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as f*ck, and I'm freaky (And I'm freaky), get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (Yeah)
Why the f*ck would I stay with a n*gga that's weak in the sheets and don't know how to please me?
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Say he f*cked 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 n*gga be kissin' and tellin' (Tellin')
Say he a player, but he in his feelings (What?)
Bet I won't give up the p*ssy again
Sh*t, 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 p*ssy (You a p*ssy), 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*ck 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*ck what y'all make trend
B*tch, I still win
Ah (Hahaha)

N*gga, ain't you hear? I ain't scared of d*ck
Any man go against me, I handle sh*t (Handle sh*t)
I'm the Teflon Don in the courtroom (Yeah)
They be throwin' that dirt, don't sh*t stick (Sh*t stick)
All these lil' rap n*ggas so fraud (So fraud), Xanax be they hardest bars
These n*ggas hate on BBLs and be walkin' 'round with the same scars (Ah)
Real curvy, no edgin', n*ggas fight to get in my section (My section)
Don't speak on my body count if the d*ck ain't worth comin' back for seconds
Cosplay gangsters, fake-ass accents
Posted in another n*gga hood like a bad b*tch (Where are you from?)
I'm a big dog, b*tch, can't lil' sis me (Lil' sis me)
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me (Hmm)
Make one move, got 'em in a tizzy (In a tizzy)
Killin' sh*t, 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 b*tches don't have ass, they shots (Yeah)
And they still tuned in if they fans or not (Ah)
Allegations from the oppositions, b*tch n*ggas just eatin' it up
These blogs get paid to lie, y'all talk sh*t and be broke as f*ck (Broke as f*ck)
Bottom line is I'm still rich (Yeah), do Megan bad and I'm still good (Still good)
Bringin' up who might've f*cked and the bottom line is they still would
I just wanna f*ck my n*gga in peace, but all my old n*ggas still love me (Ah)
N*ggas ain't hit this p*ssy in years, damn, I knew my sh*t 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 b*tches that I'm sh*ttin' on
I'm way too f*ckin' 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 b*tches want a season (All you b*tches want a season)
Ask a ho why she don't like me, bet she can't give you a reason
You know motherf*ckin' well these b*tches wanna sound like Tina
Don't you ever grab a mic and think that me and you competin', hmm
Ayy, bad b*tch 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*ck who think what, you n*ggas is typin' for nothin'
On the internet typin' this sh*t to me? Write him a letter or somethin'

Say, b*tch-ass n*gga, don't type me nothin' else, don't write me nothin' else
Download JPay since y'all n*ggas got so much to say
Or schedule a conjugal visit or somethin', hahaha
D*ck ridin'-ass n*ggas (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ah