Bxtch you can't put a filter on life/
Stunting for the gram/ you just tryna get a like
Phuck a women crush/ he just wanna bust a nut
Put his dxck up in your guts/ he ain't looking for a wife
He just looking for a night/ You let him hit now you thinking you're his
In the club every week/ no food in your crib
Waist training but never trained your kids
Hold up/ everything you post up/ is you 'posed up'
In somebody else's stuff/
That ain't your cash/ that ain't your bag/ that ain't your jag/ is that your ass
Talking bout hashtag/ "I'm winning"/ hold on I'mma let you finish
But your furniture is rented that don't really fit the image
Of the this fairy tail life you invented
Got damn/ You hating on them other heauxs but u still follow her
Tryna be Beyoncé/ but you're more like Latavia
No tea no shade/ Cause I don't mean to bother ya
I just see a lot of people lost/ on the search for a follower"

He in his Gucci/ Emillo Pucci
Hoping that a groupie would give him some cucci
More kicks than Bruce Lee act like he got lucci
But live with his momma and he drive a whooptie
He really scary/ he ain't bout that life
But when he get online he be acting like Tookie
Say he a pimp/ and he don't chase no bxtches/ but be in their DM feining like Pookie"