Style & Pattern - Miss LaFamilia

Yeah, yeah

Lord know

DTG

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Know

Yeah, yeah

I’m a real boss lady, I’m moves

I was up late night, tryna make my cake right, never walk a mile in my shoes

You was on date night, I was serving great whites, finesse the trap,

that’s a real money move

Ay, and I ain’t no Cardi, I grew up nasty, I had to choose

Nothing ain’t sweet in Birmingham town, just know it goes down, just check the

news

Uh, niggas call me for the one drop, call me Griselda, I’ve got the

Answer the Lyca, link behind Topshop

I was in the drop-top, summertime, hot rocks, don’t stop

Ends on flames so I had to switch lanes, Jakes dem try make the fun stop

Nothing to gain but myself to blame, I guess it’s the game I was knee-deep on

top

Uh, and this shit gets better

Silence with spinners, we holding Berettas

Hot on the roads so I roll with my wetter

Bitches don’t try me, them problems all get her

Queen of the town and my drip game icy

I’m not surprised that these bitches don’t like me

Whipping the Pyrex, food come pricey

Trapped in the bando with roaches and mices

Style and pattern

We make tings move, whoosh

I might go Hatton

And make my neck flood

We don’t do chatting

That’s not in the text book

Don’t mean to be bragging

But I think I’m next up

Style and pattern

We make tings move, whoosh

I might go Hatton

And make my neck flood

We don’t do chatting

That’s not in the text book

Don’t mean to be bragging

But I think I’m next up

I’ma diss everything that’ll stand in my way

If you think you’ve got it then come we go play

Don’t miss the days I was

But I’ve seen the storm and I brightened the day

And the packs dem coming like parcels

Phone line blazing, giving out bargains

Fed stopped the whip and he stare at my tits

No further action, the dirty bastard

Uh, left two packs with Suzie

Went 'bout my business, told her 'Don't lose it'

Cats expensive choosey

They’re staying loyal, they’re copping my foodies

Admit I’m not perfect, I’ve made it worth it

I’ma stay real 'til I die in my grave

Holding it down and I’m clearing the circuit

I cannot let a bitch jump on my wave

Uh, and this shit gets better

Silence with spinners, we holding Berettas

Hot on the roads so I roll with my wetter

Bitches don’t try me, them problems all get her

Queen of the town and my drip game icy

I’m not surprised that these bitches don’t like me

Whipping the Pyrex, food come pricey

Trapped in the bando with roaches and mices

Style and pattern

We make tings move, whoosh

I might go Hatton

And make my neck flood

We don’t do chatting

That’s not in the text book

Don’t mean to be bragging

But I think I’m next up

Style and pattern

We make tings move, whoosh

I might go Hatton

And make my neck flood

We don’t do chatting

That’s not in the text book

Don’t mean to be bragging

But I think I’m next up