F*** Boy Bitch

Fuck Boy Bitch

Verse 1
wuts real these days is flaw and fake u soft and flaky pie u cake
word no bond no action proof u the type i tell i hate
all u do is run yo mouth imagination overdrive
got no passion to survive no work no eat so bitch just die
other people run yo life they tellin u how to decide
mine aint urs and urs aint mine mathematics i divide
how all yall boss clockin in
predetermined dividends
dont wanna be a dime
Kick aint no bad bitch
no thot no skank no slay i aint on go my style aint fleek
i git tired done expired im gone go to sleep
u compete with everybody im just doin me
money this car and clothes house and jewelery
hoes and pussy niggas hatin wuts on my newsfeed
git a grip u aint the shit beefing with yaself
paranoid delusional go check yo mental health
i hope to offend many real is all yall is
fakin frontin phony we all living in sin
dont wanna be on top
they laugh when u fall off
committed to the money perpetuating cause thats lost
Bless my eyes with insight i just wanna see
lead me way from everything purposed to mislead

Hook
you a fuck boy nigga yous a bitch
git of that childish shit
boss up hold ya own quit depending on a chick

Verse2
wonk wonk run yo trap thats where all yo action at
drama king by all means niccing for some nicotine
lost disturbed deplorable no respect for people stuff
u got no skills when life git rough grabbing knives dont make u tough
tuck tuck ya tail n boy u aint nowhere near a man
quit blaming God yo mistake u the one that stabbed yo hand
self inflicted pain gossip spreading paranoid
war paint made up of ur blood yeah this bitch mind gone
U aint sleep with P boy keep them dreams to yaself
dont nobody want u body odor smell like filth
poppin pills n snorting nigga u doin the most
changed my swag to avoid trouble now that there is growth
all associated with u pussy fuck boys in my book
im so confused with wut u say is any of it truth