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Ayy, YB, let's hype him up, bro Damn, Dawson Bitch said she don't like me, had to Tell that hoe to stand on that I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs And f*ck our bond, if we fell out, Then bitch give me my money back I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch They say you the baddest, man, I see Why they don't f*ck with you Bitches couldn't walk with me if I Had gave them hoes my shoes Gave that bitch my nigga, took him Back, the f*ck is wrong with you She said it's up, I told her stand on That, now she uncomfortable Bitches got them Twitter fingers, Them hoes ain't never about shit Told that hoe get in the field, but she Pulled up on cop shit Her favorite nigga in my inbox said She make him soft quick Can't beef with bitches with no Morals, all y'all bitches talk shit I ain't gangsta, all pun intended Bitch, I keep the strap Bitches talking bout keda crew, bitch, Tell me where your mama at Ain't beefing with no baby mamas, Bitch, go find your baby dad Aint beefing with no downlow nigga Who taking dick straight to the ass Got this one bitch who still hate me, Cause she got her nigga took Bitches talk in group chats like in real Life, I don't have em shook Ask them hoes why they don't like Me, look how dumb they look Girl, nobody want your man, you Don't even want him f*ck Bitch said she don't like me, had to Tell that hoe to stand on that I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs And f*ck out bond if we fell out, then Bitch give me my money back I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch Bitches couldn't f*ck with me if I Gave these hoes classes She said we not gon' jump, you Bitches talking out they asses Bitch, you live off section 8 and them Motherfucking taxes Worry about your baby daddy and Why that nigga absent Selling stamps to get they hair done, But they talking shit Niggas get government assistance, But flexing like they rich Bitches, I don't know who don't like me, who the f*ck is this Talking bout I neglect these hoes like They neglect they fucking kids And J,I don't want your hoe, she just Ate it up like a meal That head was wack, but she was Moanin like I fed her and your kids I don't beef with hoes, bitch, get out the chat, get in the field Look, bitch, get out the chat, get in the field I don't beef with hoes, bitch, get out the chat and get in the field Bitch, get out the chat and get in the field Bitch said she don't like me, had to tell that hoe to stand on that I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs And f*ck our bond if we fell out, then Bitch give me my money back I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch The f*ck Stop fucking playing with me like I don't really do this shit I'm back in the studio, bitch