![]() ![]() Why you type that shit on Twitter (why you type that shit on Twitter) I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog, ho (you put that shit on) I thought she was smart, she couldn't play her partīitch, you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon' put a new ass on you Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a Xan (pop) Why you playin'? If we don't catch you we send shots at your mans Or should I be green, play some get back with her Niggas talkin' crazy, I don't let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why (I dunno)īitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz? (Should I?) Gon' let her come and get you hit up, heyįake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I (never) How you gon' say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up (yeah, you bitched up) I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch (like my last ho) How you gon' say you don't care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch (bitch) How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost, ho (found out you was twelve) How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog (that's a good question) (Huh?) I'm gettin' real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no façade (no, he's not a figure) Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey (why you type that shit on Twitter) I thought you was killer (I thought you were gangsta) I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog, ho Why you ain't play your part, ho? (Why you ain't play your part) I thought you was smart, ho (I thought you was smart, ho) How you gon' try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn't no witness (I know it was you)īut you fuckin' off with the enemy (you open her)īut all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies (pussy) Why you gon' make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business (why you do that?) This no rumor, come the right way 'cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy I heard rumors he gon' spazz out if he ever see me with her (so, what?) He heard rumors 'bout her fuckin' on that, he said he gon' kill her I'm a real nigga, I don't pillow talk 'bout niggas Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up I'm hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah (fuck that nigga)įuck his tied ass, fuck (fuck) that nigga, he ain't shit (he ain't) I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me (pussy) How you gon' go against the grain', I can't fuck with you at all, ho (I can't fuck with you at all) ![]()
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