F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck, F*ck
Uh huh
F*ck
Look
Niggas para-social think they know me
You is not my homie
Heard you cheesed
Cause ya hoe be toppin' me like pepperoni
Heard you T'd
Tired of the verbal do a verb and show me
If she leave
I still got these bands boy I ain't ever lonely
Niggas always GMs in the DM till I really see em
Self made man I don't got no big bro I'd really hate to be em
Slidin with that fefe and lil Tiffany on my f*ckin' neck
Promoter gassed like I wont cut my ties if he don't cut my check
Tola tellin me that that shit hard and it's still unreleased
Had to starve to stack now they got hands out cuz they want a piece
Niggas steady bitin' like they bitches told her don't use teeth
Run up on eem, make him crap inside his Calvins like Lil Reese
I'm yo favourite rapper favourite rapper that's behind the scenes
Hoe ain't ever worked a 9-5 but want brand new Celine
I can't beef no baddie niggas really get they swag from Shein
Talkin' bout we need to work speak for yourself get left on seen
Like
Why you pressed bout me?
Gang boolin in NYC
Two bad hoes in the back of the v
Still bunk class like f*ck my degree
You can try nigga but you ain't me
Competition ain't sum I see
These f*ck niggas move slimey
Ten mill, no perc, if you tryna sign me
Crash right back like nigga you stupid
(Crash straight back like nigga you stupid)
F*ck i look like beefin' over some bitch but I know you did
If your marj still live in a council house them racks you makin' useless
Nigga really think shit sweet cuz I move intelligent don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Yah
Don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Pussy
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F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck, F*ck
Uh huh
F*ck
Look
Niggas para-social think they know me
You is not my homie
Heard you cheesed
Cause ya hoe be toppin' me like pepperoni
Heard you T'd
Tired of the verbal do a verb and show me
If she leave
I still got these bands boy I ain't ever lonely
Niggas always GMs in the DM till I really see em
Self made man I don't got no big bro I'd really hate to be em
Slidin with that fefe and lil Tiffany on my f*ckin' neck
Promoter gassed like I wont cut my ties if he don't cut my check
Tola tellin me that that shit hard and it's still unreleased
Had to starve to stack now they got hands out cuz they want a piece
Niggas steady bitin' like they bitches told her don't use teeth
Run up on eem, make him crap inside his Calvins like Lil Reese
I'm yo favourite rapper favourite rapper that's behind the scenes
Hoe ain't ever worked a 9-5 but want brand new Celine
I can't beef no baddie niggas really get they swag from Shein
Talkin' bout we need to work speak for yourself get left on seen
Like
Why you pressed bout me?
Gang boolin in NYC
Two bad hoes in the back of the v
Still bunk class like f*ck my degree
You can try nigga but you ain't me
Competition ain't sum I see
These f*ck niggas move slimey
Ten mill, no perc, if you tryna sign me
Crash right back like nigga you stupid
(Crash straight back like nigga you stupid)
F*ck i look like beefin' over some bitch but I know you did
If your marj still live in a council house them racks you makin' useless
Nigga really think shit sweet cuz I move intelligent don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Yah
Don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Pussy
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck, F*ck
Uh huh
F*ck
Look
Niggas para-social think they know me
You is not my homie
Heard you cheesed
Cause ya hoe be toppin' me like pepperoni
Heard you T'd
Tired of the verbal do a verb and show me
If she leave
I still got these bands boy I ain't ever lonely
Niggas always GMs in the DM till I really see em
Self made man I don't got no big bro I'd really hate to be em
Slidin with that fefe and lil Tiffany on my f*ckin' neck
Promoter gassed like I wont cut my ties if he don't cut my check
Tola tellin me that that shit hard and it's still unreleased
Had to starve to stack now they got hands out cuz they want a piece
Niggas steady bitin' like they bitches told her don't use teeth
Run up on eem, make him crap inside his Calvins like Lil Reese
I'm yo favourite rapper favourite rapper that's behind the scenes
Hoe ain't ever worked a 9-5 but want brand new Celine
I can't beef no baddie niggas really get they swag from Shein
Talkin' bout we need to work speak for yourself get left on seen
Like
Why you pressed bout me?
Gang boolin in NYC
Two bad hoes in the back of the v
Still bunk class like f*ck my degree
You can try nigga but you ain't me
Competition ain't sum I see
These f*ck niggas move slimey
Ten mill, no perc, if you tryna sign me
Crash right back like nigga you stupid
(Crash straight back like nigga you stupid)
F*ck i look like beefin' over some bitch but I know you did
If your marj still live in a council house them racks you makin' useless
Nigga really think shit sweet cuz I move intelligent don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Yah
Don't confuse it
Don't confuse it
Pussy
Writer: Keeley Ezeoguine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid