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(アルバム： Federal 3X - 2017)

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 nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I'm getting real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' beat a charge, putting your whole life on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon' go against the graing, I can't fuck 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 fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain't shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I'm a real nigga, I don't pillow talk 'bout niggas
He heard rumors 'bout her fucking 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 bitch 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 fucking off with the enemy
How you gon' say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch 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 nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I'm getting real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' beat a charge, putting your whole life on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon' go against the graing, I can't fuck with you at all ho

How you gon' say you don't care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon' say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talking 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
Niggas talking crazy, I don't let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck 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'
Bitch 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 nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I'm getting real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' beat a charge, putting your whole life on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon' go against the graing, I can't fuck with you at all ho