Divine - Fake B*tches lyrics

Verse 1: Savagery is the artistry It ain't just a lifestyle, it's a part of me Tip double top notch like varsity I'm spitting truth on the track so charmingly I'm re-birthing the game like maternity And I'm blessing these hoes so mercifully To be honest I'm setting fire to this sh**, get some ice for the b**h like infirmary And not to be co*ky, I'm real You're in the presence of a queen so you kneel 24/7 we're restless Girl you're verses are worthless, I'm reckless You're off my checklist Leaving these b**hes breathless Stacking money like tetris This sh** is stressless I'm never leaving my throne my reign is endless Chorus: These fake b**hes ain't bout it (x3) Don't talk to me until you bout it These fake b**hes ain't bout it (x2) Don't talk to me till you bout it We're real b**hes We're about it Verse 2: Doing the thing, man that's what she's doing Turn up every city, your n***a choosing Sleep at the finish line, y'all b**hes losing My grind on alarm, no dismiss like I'm snoozing I'll dabb on that b**h like I done caught a cold Coming for me? Some of y'all b**hes bold I'm the rapping b**h slayer, I guess y'all ain't been told I'm still on the throne, still reigning like behold I'm booking venues with 10,000 seats in it I pull up and I show out like I'm crushing dreams with it I'm turnt up to the max, y'all know I stay extreme with it Got the whole crowd jumping, I could spot your team in it I guess your could say they're loyal to me They're hearing my voice and they boy at my feet Taking over the game like my name's Royal-T And it's .. crazy I'm a maniac when I step on the scene You know I stay fresh, Yeah I gotta stay clean Shoutout to Divine, with these b**hes on 3 They like Ohhh no she didn't I'm running my race and all these b**hes quitting They like Ohhh yes she did Whipping in the Benz then resign in Madrid These fake b**hes ain't bout it (x2) Y'all messy b**hes, y'all wildin' Y'all stressing sh** and I'm lounging Hating on me but I don't give a damn I'm stacking money b**h, you need 10 for a gram I'm slaying rap b**hes from left to the right You said competition Ain't a thing in sight