Getting text from my ex
I think she know I’m up next
Yeah they hate when I flex
It don’t really make sense
Yeah I got a lot of enemies
I don’t wanna make them ..
I don’t wanna make friends
I just wanna make Ms.
(RiceGum – Bitcoin)
My house is a big crib
S**t i just threw a party here
Had your girl getting naughty here
No reggrets, no sorries here
2K on a jacket and my wrist ..
What I’m saying, they don’t wanna hear
All that hate is what got me here
Who talking s**t, I’ma let them know
You had the juice, but you let it go
All that hate is getting old
You put that girl on a pedestal
I hit it once and I let her go
Switching my h**s, like I’m switching clothes
I’m covered in ice, like I’m in a snow.
Girl, you know I’m from the trap
Face look like a rat
Came straight out of LV, now LV’s on the bag (Louis)
Keep bragging ’bout you getting money
But the label taking half, ayy
Add it up, quick maths, ayy
You just broke and you sad
Little girl, I don’t know what you wanna beef about
You are not what you tweet about
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just made a meme about
If you got money bring it out
Ghost writer, just bring him out
What happened with YoungBoy?
You weren’t a b***h you wanna keep around
Guess you really couldn’t keep him down
How the f**k are you 14 with rumors that you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, shout out Philly
Yeah, we need Meek around
But just like your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around
Rollie on me, it’s a big boy
With the gang, smoking big doinks
I just started to invest, now this fit on me cost a Bitcoin
You ain’t getting no checks, record label taken all the big coins
You can’t hit 100 mill’, little b***h, I’m making big noise.
Little girl, with an attitude, you are a meme ..
I even really mad at you, honestly I feel bad for you
All you ever do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run your mouth
Could’ve been in the f*****g gang
Could’ve lived in the f*****g house
She is a troll, she is not for real
Little ratchet a*s, popping pills
You ain’t make it on your own
You made it cuz of Dr. Phil
.. , yeah I got the k**s.
Yeah, ..
I remember I was really down
I was broke, I had ? for real, now I got a mil.
Getting text from my ex
I think she know I’m up next
Yeah they hate when I flex
It don’t really make sense
Yeah I got a lot of enemies
I don’t wanna make them ..
I don’t wanna make friends
I just wanna make Msss.