Trues
These hoes thifty and these niggahs iffy,
Smiling in my face but behind my back bitch I know you diss me,
Now niggahs hit my phone like they miss me,
Niggah whatever the fuck we had that shit is fuckin history,
Told you hold a "L" if you lose me,
Hoes acting funny try pick and choose me,
Bitches switch up when they no longer get to use me,
Now ima introduce bitches to the new me,
Any bitch that's tryna squash shit get the fuck back,
Any niggah that violates me is gonna get they ass clapped,
Any disrespectful shit gonna get yo ass smacked,
No talkin gonna pop you on sight and that's FACTS,
Bitch I'm not your friend, yo homegirl or yo sis,
Don't try to back track now hoe don't flip the script,
You befriend a hoe you talk shit about I'm not that type of bitch
Hoe if you make Bloody moves why don't your pockets Crip?
Same for you niggahs selling bitches dreams,
Saying that you love them but dont know what shit means,
Never gave these niggahs pussy and they turned into a Fein,
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