Mark Clayton

This bitch ain't never been shit, she's occupied with fashion Fast-lifin' captions, trips to Aspen, niggas gaspin' just to see her flashin Titties and thighs, she's laughin' every other picture Flauntin' a paid full body to every other nigga She's all fake, synthetically made, but she was raised To be a good girl, behave, corrupted by a maze Tryin' to navigate her way, got lost upon a trail Now she's addicted to opioid pills on the shelf Her speech is slurred and mumbled, and she ain't never humble She was raised in the jungle and try and make a bundle Her mind's distorted, but she's gorgeous, always takin' losses To win a fortress, but her portions go to other sources She's frivolous with money, only seeks attention With the symptoms of a dummy, only seeks a mention She's tweetin' all her beef, flashes a gun for likes But they been knowin' by her whereabouts, she gon' pay the price Her mind's always clouded and feels no way about it Niggas run through her, come on her face and they defile it She used to be precious and she was full of essence Now she sippin' on Texas, her loud mouth is reckless I used to see the life in her, I'll fight for her Now every nigga out here pipin' her, ain't no wife in her I used to write to her, radio put a knife in her Took all her soul and drive for her, I hope she tighten up She's on her molly and she loves to party, she don't poly Always keepin' gas like she a Saudi Her culture diminishin', she's a simpleton Niggas showin' love like Wimbledon, ain't no will to win Only concerned about her paper, but her children hate her She's neglected them, no interest in protectin' them But over seasonin' the flavor, ain't no one to save her Now a younger bitch is catchin' em, you stressin' hun Now a younger bitch is catchin' em, you stressin' hun