Hit Her Up (Trina Diss)

Yo, Khia, this bitch tried to diss you
Is you serious?
Hell yeah, I'm serious
Talking about she the baddest bitch
That bitch goes bad
Can't be serious
I am serious, yo

(Hit her up)
Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia
Bitch tried to diss, but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Bitches, I hit 'em up!

First of all
How you gon' rap with dick sperm all out ya mouth?
But I'm 'bout to make ya bow down to the queen of the south
Fake bitch if you was real
You woulda said my name
But, bitch, I'm callin' you a hoe
And I'm sayin' it to yo' face
Keep it real punk hoe the hood already know
That's why they fuck ya in ya ass
Let a hoe be a hoe
Trick and Ted shoulda warned you not to open yo' mouth
But Slip and Slide been beggin' me to fill up ya spot
Your album sucks more, whore
Than ya suck on the dick
Trickin' all round town
Tryna hate on a bitch
Now hoe what ya gon' name ya baby? Baby?
Man I love ya, Lil Weezy, but that ain't ya baby
Rotten body, corroded bitch can't even have no baby
Lil Weezy tighten up boy, I'll have your baby
I got the pussy dizzy, bitch
But I ride my own dick
Independent, fuck a major
And I'm still rich bitch
I moved to Georgia 'cause I could afford to
But Florida's my home
And all my thugs and thug misses
Know I'm reppin' 'em strong
Bitch I rep for the hood
Hoe, I come from the streets
And that's what happens to a bitch
That try to fuck with a queen

The hood was wonderin' what happened to the second verse
Well, I was savin' it for that bitch Wacky-O
Ah!
Wanna hear it here it go

Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Bitch tried to diss, but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (Bitch look like a man, [?], she don't even deserve a diss)

All this talk 'bout Wacky-O
Bein' the queen of the South
Yeah, you a queen, a drag queen
You ugly bitch, you ain't 'bout it
Bitch learn my name it's Motor Mouth
Thug Misses, gangstress ya heard?
Ain't nothin' fake about me either
You bitches already know
I got all you bitches hatin'
'Cause y'all can't handle the truth
But tellin' you bitches about yo' ass
Is something I love to do
You want a problem, hoe you got one
And you don't want it with me
You fought Fox 'cause she's a diva
But I'm a thug nigga's dream
And we can take it to the streets
Fight with the fists of the heat
Betta check my background again
Hoe, you don't want it with me
And I gives a damn 'bout them lames
That you roll with either
Guard Jack like some pussies
'Cause they some punk pussy eaters
Fags lookin' like some lames
With them Fuck Khia shirts
But when I stepped in the buildin' hoe
Yo feelin's was hurt
Screamin' fuck dem other hoes
Stop it, get mo' bitch
Wit'cho non-rappin' ass
Ain't you bankrupt bitch?
Stealin' gowns outta stores
Like a illy-formed whore
Deformed bitch, tighten up
How many records ya sold?
Is you a man or a woman?
How many niggas ya fooled?
Transvestite lookin' bitch
Gets no respect in the hood, bitch

Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Bitch tried to diss but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
(Bitch look like a man, she don't even deserve a diss)
Bitches, I hit 'em up!

Bitch, I'm over here
What the fuck was you rappin' about?
What took you so long?
Bitch, the ozone wars was three months ago
You just comin' up with a diss?
What the fuck was you talkin' about?
You, too many personalities on one page
Bitch, you supposed to be dissin' me
What the fuck was you?
Bitch, first you sound like Rick Ross
Then you went to sounding
Like Shawn and Ludacris
Who-who wrote that shit?
Y'all hoes, I'm just too real for ya hoes
We-we-we laughin' at you, bitches
And y'all niggas with them Fuck Khia T-shirts on
Thank you
Promotion, I love it