you done fucked that nigga and his whole clique
you poppin' on the 'gram but be on broke shit
you be on that broke shit
lemon pepper my wings and i like 'em all flat
i went and copped a flooded rollie
i been peeped you bitches with these fake chanel bags
you need to call your plug and ask him for your money back
these bitches chasin' niggas
these bitches poppin' pussy for a nigga with some fame
these bitches suckin' dick for a glass of champagne
these bitches hatin' on me from a fuckin' fake page
she gon' pop that pussy just to get in vip
she gon' call me sis just to act like she know me
she gon' wear her homie clothes and pop out every week
you done fucked that nigga and his whole clique
you poppin' on the 'gram but be on broke shit
you be on that broke shit
suckin' dick just to pay the rent
tryna fuck me to get my bitch mad
how the fuck do you take a shit?
you done fucked every nigga who got money in my clique
you don't never got your hair done
askin' me to buy your tampons
and your friend a bad bitch
i fucked that ho inside the phantom
got your partners poppin' pussy in the trap and it's abandoned
put my pistol in your purse
you take this charge 'cause i'm a felon
michael kors on your wrist and you actin' like beyonce
my old bitch was fuckin' cheap
no you can't be my fiance
i know all my exes pissed
'cause i'm hot just like a license
we the new kim k and kanye
you done fucked that nigga and his whole clique
you poppin' on the 'gram but be on broke shit
you be on that broke shit