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Gettin' texts from my ex, I think she knows I'm up next Yeah, they hate when I flex, it don't really makes sense Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't want to make amends (nah) I don't want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah) My house is a big crib, shit, I just threw a party here Had your girl gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys here 2K on a jacket, and my wrist on Cartier What I'm saying, they don't wanna hear All the haters would got me here Ayy, yeah, who talking shit? I'ma let 'em know You had the juice but you let it go All that hating is gettin' old You put that girl on the pedestal, I hit her once and I let her go Switching my hoes like I'm switching clothes I'm covered in ice like I'm made of snow Girl, you know I'm from the trap (trap) Face look like a rat (damn) Came straight out of LV, now LV's on the bag (Louis) Keep bragging 'bout you getting money But the label taking half, ayy Add it up, quick maths, ayy You just broke and you sad Little girl, I don't know what you wanna beef about You are not what you tweet about You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just made a meme about If you got money bring it out Ghost writer, just bring him out What happened with YoungBoy? You weren't a bitch you wanna keep around Guess you really couldn't keep him down How the fuck are you 14 with rumors that you sleep around? Shout out to the Eagles, shout out Philly Yeah, we need Meek around But just like your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around Rollie on me, it's a big boy With the gang, smoking big doinks I just started to invest, now this fit on me cost a Bitcoin You ain't getting no checks, record label taken all the big coins You can't hit 100 mill', little bitch, I'm making big noise Little girl with a attitude, you're a meme, we just laugh at you I ain't even really mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you All you ever do is chase the clout Too bad you had to run your mouth Coulda been in the fucking gang Coulda lived in the fucking house She a troll, she is not for real Little ratchet ass poppin' pills You ain't make it on your own, you made it 'cause of Dr. Phil Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really want the drama still I remember I was really down, I was broke, yeah I had to plot for real, now I got a mill' Gettin' texts from my ex, I think she knows I'm up next Yeah, they hate when I flex, it don't really makes sense Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't want to make amends (nah) I don't want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)