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I thought you was smart ho

Why you ain't play your part ho?

I bought you a bag

And you went put that on the blog ho

I thought you was street my n*gga

I thought you was killer

You say you gon' shoot me

Why you type that sh*t on Twitter, hey

I'm gettin' real money

No it's not a secret, no it's no facade

How you gon' beat a charge

Puttin' your whole life on a blog

How you gon' suck and f*ck me

Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho

How you gon' go against the grain'

I can't f*ck with you at all ho

I heard he like to subtweet

I guess he scared to at me

I'm hitting her from the back

And she like f*ck my baby daddy, yeah

F*ck his tied ass, f*ck that n*gga, he ain't sh*t

Want me to stay in the house

While he somewhere with that b*tch, hold up

I'm a real n*gga

I don't pillow talk 'bout n*ggas

He heard rumors 'bout her f*ckin' on that

He said he gon' kill her

I heard rumors he gon' spazz out

If he ever see me with her

This no rumor, come the right way

Cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy

Why you gon' make a fake page and DM my b*tch

And tell her my business

How you gon' try to deny it

I know it was you, it wasn't no witness

How you gon' say you my dog

But you f*ckin' off with the enemy

How you gon' say you a man

But all in your feelings

You got some b*tch tendencies

I thought you was smart ho

Why you ain't play your part ho?

I bought you a bag

And you went put that on the blog ho

I thought you was street my n*gga

I thought you was killer

You say you gon' shoot me

Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey

I'm gettin' real money

No it's not a secret, no it's no facade

How you gon' beat a charge

Puttin' your whole life on a blog

How you gon' suck and f*ck me

Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho

How you gon' go against the grain

I can't f*ck with you at all ho

How you gon' say you don't care

Tryna post shit to make me mad b*tch

I had to cut you off

Put you in the past like my last b*tch

How you gon' say you gangster

When you seen me in public and b*tched up

But on the net talkin' tough

Gon' let her come and get you hit up, hey

Fake been a fold

Never should I put the police in the business, never would I

N*ggas talkin' crazy, I don't let it faze me

Why you mad? I never understood why

Bitter b*tches on the internet tryna bash me

Should I call the ho and spazz?

Or should I be green, play some get back with her

F*ck her friend, make her mad, ayy

Why you playin'?

If we don't catch you we send shots at your mans

Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan

I thought she was smart, she couldn't play her part

I had to pay her some'

B*tch you had Tiffany on the way

And was gon' put a new ass on you

I thought you was smart ho

Why you ain't play your part ho?

I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho

I thought you was street my n*gga

I thought you was killer

You say you gon' shoot me

Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey

I'm gettin' real money

No it's not a secret, no it's no facade

How you gon' beat a charge

Puttin' your whole life on a blog

How you gon' suck and f*ck me

Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho

How you gon' go against the grain'

I can't f*ck with you at all ho