Baby Brain

Dirty pore motherfucker, yeah, I can't relate How you want war when I won't associate? How you talk shit when you don't exfoliate? On my time, no mistakes I'm gettin' sassy on these apps Kink shaming on a beat That's where the f*ck I'm at Look, I'm piling bars like it's new to me These shots were meant to be shared I call this shit shot-cuterie Aye, yeah F*ck you thought? Took my feelings offline Put 'em in a song Aye, Shirley Temple on a track Get it poppin', get it tight Then I'm never coming back, aye P- bro, tryna fight with me Gumby lookin' ass boy need to fix his teeth Pulling knives, diss tracks on family Blocked that boy on Insta So he might as well be dead to me Aye, what? F*ck you say? I knew I couldn't trust your baby brain ass anyway Nini please, keep his shit serene Set me free before I pop out Give him somethin' sweet (Let's go) (Stop calling me, do not text me, you are blocked) (That's what I told him) (Fucking love this shit) (That's what I fucking told him) (Keep it honest, keep it true, we love it)