That's not it
Axel
Ay, I seen that shit they was talkin' on Twitter
That shit wasn't phasing me
And I seen him post a pic of his bitch, that ho look lame to me
And I don't need a ho, I'm what a ho need, these niggas be chasin' me, huh
I really got this shit out the mud, this shit was made for me
Ay, and I just be walkin' all over these niggas, treat them like doormats (Like doormats)
Lil' bro, stop callin' my motherfuckin' phone, nigga, where your whore at? (Where's your whore at?)
And I'm bringin' the beef to the front porch, I feel like Door Dash
Ooh, and I don't respond to none of them tweets, I just ignore that
Ay, I got a whole lotta shit on my plate but I'm eatin' the whole platter
I fuck with him and a few other niggas, to him it don't matter (Don't matter)
Come pick me up in the SRT ‘cause that bitch go faster
She was talkin' her shit ‘cause she got pissed off, we took her whole bladder, damn
Better answer the phone whenever I call, ho, you'll get blocked for that
The laws get behind us, we keep goin', we don't stop for that
Stop talkin' that shit on Instagram, ho, you'll get popped for that
Bitch check out the drip, this shit expensive, I paid a lot for that
Ooh, these hoes be copycats
These niggas be killers in all they raps, nigga, where your bodies at?
This off of the dome, just give me a beat and I'm gon' body that
Put him on a diet, he eat lead, shoot him in his body fat
Ooh, and I can't fuck on none of these niggas, I can't get my body back
He walked in the club with Balenciaga, he left in a body bag
And I don't a fuck about none of them slugs, I won't acknowledge that
Pop out with the sticks at night like Nick, we push his noggin back
Ay, I seen that shit they was talkin' on Twitter
That shit wasn't phasing me
And I seen him post a pic of his bitch, that ho look lame to me
And I don't need a ho, I'm what a ho need, these niggas be chasin' me, huh
I really got this shit out the mud, this shit was made for me
Ay, and I just be walkin' all over these niggas, treat them like doormats (Like doormats)
Lil' bro, stop callin' my motherfuckin' phone, nigga, where your whore at? (Where's your whore at?)
And I'm bringin' the beef to the front porch, I feel like Door Dash
Ooh, and I don't respond to none of them tweets, I just ignore that, nigga
Girl, you unstoppable, unfazed by the bullshit
I want you to keep runnin' shit and keep runnin' these bitches over
Every dog has its day
I can't believe these hoes ain't think you was finna take it there
I feel bad for any ho in the way of this shit
Unstoppable, undeniable, unphased
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