Fake B*tches
Verse 1:
Savagery is the artistry
It ain't just a lifestyle, it's a part of me
Tip double top notch like varsity
I'm spitting truth on the track so charmingly
I'm re-birthing the game like maternity
And I'm blessing these hoes so mercifully
To be honest
I'm setting fire to this shit, get some ice for the bitch like infirmary
And not to be cocky, I'm real
You're in the presence of a queen so you kneel
24/7 we're restless
Girl you're verses are worthless, I'm reckless
You're off my checklist
Leaving these bitches breathless
Stacking money like tetris
This shit is stressless
I'm never leaving my throne my reign is endless
Chorus:
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x3)
Don't talk to me until you bout it
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x2)
Don't talk to me till you bout it
We're real bitches
We're about it
Verse 2:
Doing the thing, man that's what she's doing
Turn up every city, your n***a choosing
Sleep at the finish line, y'all bitches losing
My grind on alarm, no dismiss like I'm snoozing
I'll dabb on that bitch like I done caught a cold
Coming for me? Some of y'all bitches bold
I'm the rapping bitch slayer, I guess y'all ain't been told
I'm still on the throne, still reigning like behold
I'm booking venues with 10,000 seats in it
I pull up and I show out like I'm crushing dreams with it
I'm turnt up to the max, y'all know I stay extreme with it
Got the whole crowd jumping, I could spot your team in it
I guess your could say they're loyal to me
They're hearing my voice and they boy at my feet
Taking over the game like my name's Royal-T
And it's .. crazy
I'm a maniac when I step on the scene
You know I stay fresh, Yeah I gotta stay clean
Shoutout to Divine, with these bitches on 3
They like Ohhh no she didn't
I'm running my race and all these bitches quitting
They like Ohhh yes she did
Whipping in the Benz then resign in Madrid
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x2)
Y'all messy bitches, y'all wildin'
Y'all stressing shit and I'm lounging
Hating on me but I don't give a damn
I'm stacking money bitch, you need 10 for a gram
I'm slaying rap bitches from left to the right
You said competition
Ain't a thing in sight
Savagery is the artistry
It ain't just a lifestyle, it's a part of me
Tip double top notch like varsity
I'm spitting truth on the track so charmingly
I'm re-birthing the game like maternity
And I'm blessing these hoes so mercifully
To be honest
I'm setting fire to this shit, get some ice for the bitch like infirmary
And not to be cocky, I'm real
You're in the presence of a queen so you kneel
24/7 we're restless
Girl you're verses are worthless, I'm reckless
You're off my checklist
Leaving these bitches breathless
Stacking money like tetris
This shit is stressless
I'm never leaving my throne my reign is endless
Chorus:
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x3)
Don't talk to me until you bout it
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x2)
Don't talk to me till you bout it
We're real bitches
We're about it
Verse 2:
Doing the thing, man that's what she's doing
Turn up every city, your n***a choosing
Sleep at the finish line, y'all bitches losing
My grind on alarm, no dismiss like I'm snoozing
I'll dabb on that bitch like I done caught a cold
Coming for me? Some of y'all bitches bold
I'm the rapping bitch slayer, I guess y'all ain't been told
I'm still on the throne, still reigning like behold
I'm booking venues with 10,000 seats in it
I pull up and I show out like I'm crushing dreams with it
I'm turnt up to the max, y'all know I stay extreme with it
Got the whole crowd jumping, I could spot your team in it
I guess your could say they're loyal to me
They're hearing my voice and they boy at my feet
Taking over the game like my name's Royal-T
And it's .. crazy
I'm a maniac when I step on the scene
You know I stay fresh, Yeah I gotta stay clean
Shoutout to Divine, with these bitches on 3
They like Ohhh no she didn't
I'm running my race and all these bitches quitting
They like Ohhh yes she did
Whipping in the Benz then resign in Madrid
These fake bitches ain't bout it (x2)
Y'all messy bitches, y'all wildin'
Y'all stressing shit and I'm lounging
Hating on me but I don't give a damn
I'm stacking money bitch, you need 10 for a gram
I'm slaying rap bitches from left to the right
You said competition
Ain't a thing in sight