[Intro]
Killed the beat and the beat got sicker
Birdie off a couple shots of that liquor
Niggas out on strike one, I hit 'em
This a funky lil' "fuck you" rhythm
[Verse]
I'ma take the edge off, sip a little lemon lime
I was with the young thing who kept spending my dime
And, no, he was never worthy, what a waste of my time
But, baby, I ain't got much choice left, the well ran dry (Huh)
So I let him hit it once, now he wrapped around my index (Finger)
Nothing regular with us, he need a Durex (Pinga)
He the little Joker to my Harley how I drive it (Vroom)
He knows exactly how I like it
[Chorus]
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
I'm a buffet, all you wanna eat
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
I'm a Buttercup but nothing like a treat (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
[Verse]
Now, lemme try this again with conviction
And maybe, this time, you fuckers'll listen (Listen up, ho)
You wanna lead me into submission?
Nigga, please, I'm your new addiction (Take a whiff)
I'm the beat thump, thumpin' on the walls in your head (Ache)
The bitch that's tossin' out your shit with your bed (Frame)
The beat keep pumpin' 'til we all really dead
Be honest, what's your closet?
If you got somethin' to say, my face right here
All the bull in and out of my right ear
Don't need a pedestal to shine, dear
Like what the fuck was 2024? Bitch, this is my year
Niggas, I'm tired of throwin' shade at y'all (I've had enough)
You know my tongue is trained in all verbal fisticuffs
My pen is sharper than a blade, dice roll for deeper cuts
And I ain't givin' you no warnings neither, call the bluff
[Pre-Chorus]
See how I'm on the beat, finna slide real slicker
Pour me up another shot of that liquor
Niggas out on strike one, hitmaker
While you sleepin' on me, I get greater
Killed the beat and the beat got sicker (Mmm)
Birdie off a couple shots of that liquor (Mmm)
Niggas out on strike two, I hit 'em (Mmm)
This a funky lil' "fuck you" rhythm (Ohh, mmm)
Killed the beat and the beat got iller (Ohh, mmm)
All genetic, no implant fillers (Ohh, mm,)
Niggas out on strike three, I hit 'em (Ohh, mmm)
Fuck you niggas, I'm my own damn rhythm (Ohh, mmm)
[Chorus 1]
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
I'm a buffet, all you wanna eat
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
I'm a Buttercup but nothing like a treat
[Chorus 2]
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
Bloody and bruised, killing you dead (I'm seeing red)
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
How it taste? Bittersweet
Broken and bodied, sick in the head (I'm seeing red)
How it taste?