I don't be feeling that fake shit
I can't be friends with bitches that's secretly hating
Why you tryin get up on the nigga I'm dating
You couldn't even be my replacement
All these bitches wanna rap now
I'll make a cap ass bitch put her mic down
Bitch you look hit gotta f*ck with your face down
She running up bodies
I'm running dem bands up
You telling dem bitches the shit that I told you
Bitches got problems but bitches ain't vocal
You wanna talk to the gram
You like cappin' for socials
Rich ass bitch
When we out
I ain't asking for totals
We used to spin on dem niggas
We used to laugh at dem broke bitches
It's f*ck you now
We used to be trashing dem bitches
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
I ain't gettin back right with bitches
Can't fool me twice these bitches be missing it
After he eat it he saying I'm five star Michelin
Right when I leave he be texting he miss me
It's supposed to be bros over ho's
We was writing down goals
That shit that you did got exposed
How you turn to a fake bitch
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
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I don't be feeling that fake shit
I can't be friends with bitches that's secretly hating
Why you tryin get up on the nigga I'm dating
You couldn't even be my replacement
All these bitches wanna rap now
I'll make a cap ass bitch put her mic down
Bitch you look hit gotta f*ck with your face down
She running up bodies
I'm running dem bands up
You telling dem bitches the shit that I told you
Bitches got problems but bitches ain't vocal
You wanna talk to the gram
You like cappin' for socials
Rich ass bitch
When we out
I ain't asking for totals
We used to spin on dem niggas
We used to laugh at dem broke bitches
It's f*ck you now
We used to be trashing dem bitches
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
I ain't gettin back right with bitches
Can't fool me twice these bitches be missing it
After he eat it he saying I'm five star Michelin
Right when I leave he be texting he miss me
It's supposed to be bros over ho's
We was writing down goals
That shit that you did got exposed
How you turn to a fake bitch
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
I can't be friends with bitches that's secretly hating
Why you tryin get up on the nigga I'm dating
You couldn't even be my replacement
All these bitches wanna rap now
I'll make a cap ass bitch put her mic down
Bitch you look hit gotta f*ck with your face down
She running up bodies
I'm running dem bands up
You telling dem bitches the shit that I told you
Bitches got problems but bitches ain't vocal
You wanna talk to the gram
You like cappin' for socials
Rich ass bitch
When we out
I ain't asking for totals
We used to spin on dem niggas
We used to laugh at dem broke bitches
It's f*ck you now
We used to be trashing dem bitches
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
I ain't gettin back right with bitches
Can't fool me twice these bitches be missing it
After he eat it he saying I'm five star Michelin
Right when I leave he be texting he miss me
It's supposed to be bros over ho's
We was writing down goals
That shit that you did got exposed
How you turn to a fake bitch
Me and that fake shit just don't mix
She selling her ass
Im sellin dem picks
I was the one you was calling for sticks
I thought you was real you ain't standing on shit
I'm standing on business
I ain't got no friends cus shit got wicked
I flip shit like a gymnast
My name stay in they mouth like a dentist
Writer: Kenya White
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