Intro]
Hahahaha
I don't even play with dolls
And I damn sure can't stand a Brat
[Verse]
b*tch you irrelevant, you really fu*king mad
On the Shiesty beat you tryna be 1017 so bad
b*tches falling out for likes
Don't play with dolls, I play with techs
b*tch you mad they took that chain from you, I got it round my neck (Ah)
With a bare face, fu*k a 150
Make a b*tch sick off emotions
Can't no money fix that little body, b*tch
You still shaped a little funny (Damn)
Keep it a bean, I'm doing well
b*tch you mad, be forreal
We all know you kiss and tell
Hoe, who did your BBL? (Woo)
I don't play
You want smoke? (Yeah)
Say my name. Bet you won't (Woo)
You inspired, don't we know (Yeah)
Got you whispering on a song (Yeah)
You got Twitter fingers
Hang with plenty b*tchеs that'll do you dirty like a diaper
Talking bar for bar, b*tch I'm too appalled
I'll match ya bag on a cyphеr (Damn)
Hoe, hoe
Hoe, what you thought it was? (Hoe)
b*tch-
b*tch, come get it back in blood (Yeah)
Did that fortune teller tell you Meg would take you off that song?
Out here screaming you got heart, b*tch you ain't even got no chrome
Hoe
Hoe, what you thought it was? (What you thought it was?)
b*tch-
b*tch, come get it back in blood (Get it back in blood)
You ain't no gangsta. You a aggy b*tch
You need some fu*king funds
Cause I'm done talking bout this sh*t
Come get it back in blood (Woo)
How you gangsta and you-
Stressed over some emojis?
All that internet popping y'all be doing
b*tch you been pressed since that chain been on my neck
Wish you woulda, coulda
Hoe