HISS Lyrics latest song by Megan Thee Stallion. The lyrics were written by J. Banks, J. Mason, M. Pete, S. Jarrett, and T. Banks and produced by Bankroll Got It, Lil Ju, and Shawn “Source” Jarrett
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HISS Song Details
| Song | HISS |
| Artist/Singer | Megan Thee Stallion |
| Lyrics | J. Banks, J. Mason, M. Pete, S. Jarrett, and T. Banks |
| Produced | Bankroll Got It, Lil Ju, and Shawn “Source” Jarrett |
| Label | Hot Girl Productions |
HISS Music
HISS Lyrics
I just want to kick this shit off by saying, “Fuck y’all”
I ain’t gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin’ thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y’all bitch-ass niggas get twenty-four hours of attention
I’m finna get this shit off my chest and lay it to rest, let’s go
And if the beat live
B-B-Bankroll Got It
I feel like Mariah Carey, got these niggas so obsessed
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next
He can’t move on, can’t let it go, he hooked, nose full of that Tina Snow
And since niggas need Megan help to make money, bitch, come be my hoe
All you bitches [?], talkin’ shit for I know I can find you
I can never be judged by a bitch that was dancin’, makin’ R. Kelly go viral
I’m sexy as fuck, and I’m freaky, give whoever I want any meanin’
Why the fuck would I stay with a nigga that’s weak in the sheets and don’t know how to please me?
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Say you fuckin’ Megan and now he the topic
These niggas thinkin’ they lay out the bait
All this free promo, I’m turnin’ it profit
Hate when a nigga be kissin’ and tellin’
Say he a player, but he in his feelings
Bet I won’t give up the pussy again
Shit, share that bitch to his friends (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 want me to start
Bitch you a pussy, never finna check me
Every chance you get, bet y’all weak ass wanna address me
Bitches swear they G, but the G must stand for [?]
When the fuck did all the gangster niggas turn to groupies?
Everybody wanna kick it when you ain’t a threat
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 like and views, I don’t give a fuck what y’all make [?]
Bitch, I still win, ah
Nigga, ain’t you hear, I ain’t scared to dig
Any man go against me, I handle shit
I’m the Teflon Don in the court room
They be throwin’ that dirt, don’t shit stick
All these lil’ rap niggas so fraud, and they spit the hardest bars
These niggas hate on BBLs, be walkin’ ’round with the same scars
Real curvy, no edges, nigga fight to get in my section
Don’t speak on my body count, if the dick ain’t worth comin’ back for seconds
Cosplay gangsters, fake ass accents
Posted in another nigga hood like a bad bitch
I’m a big dog, can’t lil’ sis me
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me
Make one move, gotta [?]
Killin’ shit, that’s why they tryna rid me
Still goin’ hard with the odds against me
These niggas don’t have [?]
These bitches don’t have [?]
And they still tuned in, if fans or not
Allegations from the oppositions
Bitch niggas just eatin’ it up
These blogs get paid to lie
Y’all talk shit and be broke as fuck
Bottom line is I’m still rich
You makin’ bad, and I’m still good
Bringin’ up who might’ve fucked, and the bottom line is they still would
I just wanna fuck my nigga in peace, but all my old niggas still love me
None of you niggas was wifey material
None of you niggas was worth all the drama
None of you niggas was hittin’ it raw
