[Verse 1] Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (Huh?) Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (Fuck you) You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (What?) I don't want you on the bench, believe you wouldn't've been invited (You wouldn't've been invited) And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should've let them lock your ass up) You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm Now y'all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22 Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (He a bitch) We all know the shit I could've came back with (Lil'-ass nigga) He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (What's poppin'?) Now here we are, 2020, eight months later And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor) Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (Fuck y'all) A bitch who he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
[Interlude] Imagine me, hahaha Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy-ass niggas and you fuckin' goofy-ass bitches Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 2] Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga? Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch They confused They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin' I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all names Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from? Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh? I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it You'd think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch? Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick I know you want attention from the niggas that I get I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn't had Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that Next nigga send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (Ah)
[Outro] Brrt, brrt Brrt, haha Ah Should've let them lock your ass up PussyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
