[Intro: Azealia Banks]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what?

[Verse 1: GypjaQ]
I keep the Glock on smidash
Raise it up, cock it now, bitch where the cidash
Pidass it, so you don't get blidasted
Oh you broke? Guess I'm flippin' over your mattress
I'm a hip ass bitch
Bullet for a snitch
What the fuck you gon' do cunt when I'm rich?
You act tough but your bluff givin' you loose shits
GypjaQ on the attack

[Chorus: Azealia & GypjaQ]
Blown like the cloud that carries the shade
Blown away like the cloud that carries the shade
Blown away like the cloud that carries the fuckin shade

[Verse 2: Azealia Banks]
All you girls think you're legendary?
Bitch it's more like sedentary
What I'm gonna need is all the money
And what you're gonna do is drop and pay me
Then you'll get caught in my tractor beam
Then the pockets wind up empty
(Kat sKats)
Now stick statuesque pose for me
[Verse 3: GypjaQ]
(Bitch, that ain't statuesque, aw)
Bundle of fun, the uber cunty one
Watch her prance all upon the run-run-runway
Alright, see it's goin' down tonight
Hit the floor like it stole ya mo-mo-money
Twenty Benjamins for me
It seems you three got ya ones indeed girl please
Send for me when you get ya cheese up
Grease up your wheels, upgrade your weave
Got the buss puss you can't believe
Light the kush kush, the sour D
Got a sour D? You don't exist to me
You stuck in the trap, I'm fresh and free
Sucks to be y'all but you mad at me
Force quit ya life control-alt-delete

[Outro: Both]
(Kat sKats)
Um, could you do me a favor?
Assassinate yourselves
Actually? You should hire someone
(Kat sKats)