[Chorus]
They hit my line asking 'bout how I'm doin
Two texts later ask me if my plugs cruising
Imma be honest you straight misconstruing
'Bout who the f** you really think you're fooling
I hear your words but sorry I ain't fluent
In punk b**h who you f**ing think you fooling? 2x
[Verse]
The lines down for all y'all
Your number blocked for all calls
This ain't Jake from All State
This Chuck Ba** with the 9 all day
Blunts outside of Paul smith
Man I need a boss b**h
Who don't act nouveau rich
"Gotta post a gram gotta snap this"
With the Tori bag and a fat a**
But an empty wallet and no cla**
Check come through and she dipped out
Sit at Spago with your dick out
My blocked list looking like the constitution
Shrooms at church tryna find absolution
Old friends sold their souls prostitution
I'm over here tryna burn institutions
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