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"Man, people be mad and people be hurt Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me Just come and see what's up with me You see, know what I'm sayin'? Like, people be real deal mad My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me Like, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib" I rapped crowd on wild🫶🏽since they ain't know the lyrics it's still unreleased
"Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad Might get 'em tatted on my face bеcause them niggas dead Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at Money talk but I don't answer, fuck collect calls And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl!" I yelled soon as that my boy Dd hopped on he low-key ate that verse n it wasn't drill but he don't gotta know🫣
"All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked Lyin' on me to get some views on your page, you mad, sis? Labels try to pay for fake relationships, it's that rough? Half you hoes be likin' hoes for real, but we ain't gon' cut you off" He rapped , YEAA is exactly what ddot was yelling in my damn ear I should smack him bro
"I been through the mud, I been on my own, I'm rare This the first person I cared about, I'm goin' through phones now Dudey fucked both of my old hoes, they fuckin' hate me now I just start back makin' love songs, I NDA 'em now Ain't too rich to fuck my old hoes, I make 'em pay me now Roscoe whisper in my ear, "I want lil reema right now" Then she lied now, I ain't the dada, bitch, don't hide now Ain't no Wi-Fi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified I'm the type of nigga spit on her casket at her repass " dd laughed I laughed with him cause wtf this nigga be talkin bout bro
"Micro mini Drac' come from the closet, look like Wee Man Trench bitches, they don't care 'bout lashes, they want ski masks I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers round 'em, ask him, yeah This bitch said her nigga just started drinkin', I had to tax 'em Before I had a 'Cat, I had a rat bitch in a Maxima I damn near fucked up three relationships, go and ask 'em I just saved your ass You just called Ddot a rapper, he a killer, nigga" he finished off
(I'm skipping over the chorus)
"Don't go off what that nigga told you, boo, that nigga hurtin' He post about me to this day but I don't need to lurk He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't seen my work You tryna see the good in him but he might do you worse Should I act up on a nigga who ain't actin' right?" Monica rapped with me , I'm low-key glad Moni and ddot brought us back tg I missed him but I didn't wanna say anything because of how we ended things
"'Cause I be damned if a nigga make me lose my appetite And now my ex is dead to me, I hit they candle light Drop one ho and added ten new more, this shit some magic, right? And if I ever fall in love again that nigga raw And I can tell if he a peon, let that nigga talk (Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that nigga go You braggin' 'bout how you got four but what that nigga bought? " Dd was hyping me I was feeling myself or wtv I turned to the crowd and did my lil ice spice emote n y'all he matured he not hating on meee wow
