Big-dick-energy like I’m wieldin’ Thor’s hammer Step in the room n' ya daddy wanna slam her Barker in the corner got me Bobbin' n' bendin' Dead dick got my jaw extendin' Missed calls stackin', bitch, what ya want? Ya got 20 damn texts n' I’m still gone Left ya on read, bitch, fuck ah response I ain’t in the mood, leave me the fuck alone Dodgin' y’all like it’s duck, duck, goose Fake ass hoes? Nah, I cut y’all loose Told ya twice n' still ain’t catch the clue Keep blowin' my line, now I’m ghostin' ah-chu My drunk ass friend, yeah that’s Allison Callin’ me now while I’m textin’ her dad again Talkin’ ‘bout shots n' some dude named Chad Bitch fell in ah bush last week, shit's real sad Oh wait, Mary need ah weed refill Hit me on Snap with ah gif n' ah deal Plane Jane stoned off her ass n' her rent ain’t paid She still rolls better joints than the last dude I laid Switched up? Hell yeah, I’ma do me Fresh cunt, new bag, ain’t shit to see Wildin' out on ah coochie spree Leave ya in the past like MTV Fuck ya problems, fuck ya plans Don’t give ah fuck 'bout your mans I’m booked n' I’m blessed, god damn Stop hittin' me up, understand? Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Ain’t answering no texts, I’m curving ya quick Got ah lot on my mind n' ya face makin' me sick Ya think we besties? Nah, fuck that, I quit. Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Bitch, stop callin', I’m gettin' that dick Edge em real slow, my lil stallin' trick Climax on-call so ya know, I'm not ya chick Black Myth Wukong whoopin' my ass Monkey king drainin' me fast Game got me screamin’ n' breakin' them dicks This boss fight got more issues than my lyrics, bitch- “Where ya at?” Bitch, where ya think I been Out here hustlin', makin' dick spin Left ya ass in the friend zone deep Now ya mad ‘cause I’m livin' real sweet Fuck ya drama, I ain’t got time If ya got beef, get the fuck in line Ya ain’t adding shit, no check, no dime You n' me, bitch, we ain't align Besties? Nah, we ain’t that close I’m fakin’, but I’m doing the most Play dumb, ghost ya like ah post Then act cute like ya ain't toast Mood swings fast like ah pussy switch I gaslight Freud then I fuck his niche Got a kink for destruction, a P.H.D. in rage Call me Doctor Mommy, now strip on the stage Fuck ya problems, fuck ya plans Don’t give ah fuck 'bout your mans I’m booked n' I’m blessed, god damn Stop hittin' me up, understand? Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Ain’t answering no texts, I’m curving ya quick Got ah lot on my mind n' ya face makin' me sick Ya think we besties? Nah, fuck that, I quit Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Bitch, stop callin', I’m gettin' that dick Edge em real slow, my lil stallin' trick Climax on-call so ya know, I'm not ya chick I’m CBT certified to beat bitches verbally Diagnose ya dumb shit with surgical certainty You dissociate? I diss you openly Project on me and I’ll mirror that locally You’re insecure? That’s ah case study I file ya under broke hoe with a cruddy buddy Transference queen, got daddy on the mind But I ain’t ya dad, just ah bitch with ah spine Broke up with my man, said love, then ghosted Ten minutes later, my best friend I throated Yeah I’m toxic, yeah I own it Got receipts n' the cloud, ain't even scrollin' Alien STD got my clit in ah spiral UFO drip, skin glowin' real viral Pissin' out light beams, swallowin' they code Fucked ah Martian in grad school, call 'em the source load Switch it up, switch it up, fake as hell Yeah, bitch, I know, ya ain't hide it weli I’m Gucci with this shit, ya ain’t gotta tell So stop blowing me up, bitch, ring my fuckin' bell Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Ain’t answering no texts, I’m curving ya quick Got ah lot on my mind n' ya face makin' me sick Ya think we besties? Nah, fuck that, I quit Don’t blow up my phone, I’m busy with shit Bitch, stop callin', I’m gettin' that dick Edge em real slow, my lil stallin' trick Climax on-call so ya know, I'm not ya chick Nah, nah, nah fuck that Nah, nah, nah fuck that Ya fake as hell, I’m living my truth Enjoy on-read, hoe
