Cry Bhabie

(Bitch, you're a fucking home wrecker) (Like-? What the fuck?) (I don't want to be nothing like you, Dr. Phil loser bitch) huh? What? (And your bum-ass man keeps hitting me up) Okay (he wants me so bad, confessed his love to me) yeah, ha, alright Couldn't believe what my eyes seen, scrolling up on IG Can't believe I heard a diss track, this ho don't like me Dog bitches doing all that barking, but won't bite me I ain't gotta lift a finger if she try to fight me Yeah, my life a movie, daddy Spike Lee Travis told me, "Go on and turn up", it's giving Hype Beast Smoked a million, it's like an exercise, so tread lightly I was out in LV, and LV tried to pipe me I can't even cap, I didn't know he was your BD I told twin to chill, he said, "You sweeter than some kiwi" I'm coming for heads, all you bitches gotta see me This sweet life ain't on TV, yeah Wish I could beat your ass through the phone on 3D Bet if I had caught you outside, it would be free me, like Big Meech You want smoke because he tried to eat me? Only smoke you got is out that vape, bitch What's up with all the hate, bitch? No love for you, I hate fake shit Ass shots are off, and I can tell the way you shake it You said I'm a clone, like I copied and I pasted I'm too lit, I'm getting white girl wasted! Bhabie off them Perks down bad Crying on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash Think you doing some' 'cause you got a little bag Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again You think that money makes you safe, better ho again Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again You think that money makes you safe, better ho again I'm betting on some shit that you ain't never known (don't know) Your best friend and your BD, they been getting it on (uh-huh) And the sad part about it, you still gon' bring him home And the funny thing about it, he still be in my phone Poppin' shit like Fanta, you talk a lot on camera You really asked that man, "Should I dye my hair like 'Bama?" The pills got you higher, turned you to a liar You must be TMZ, bitch, don't make me call a Tyga Been that bitch, better come correct I'm the realest last time I checked Hos tryna play innocent, can't tolerate no disrespect Light the stove, like, what's the tea? Lied about some pregnancy Just wanna be in my family tree Down bad, it's hard to see Should've thought 'bout tryna check B FIFA, this shit gon' get messy Let this be the last time you step to me, huh You doing threes with your bestie Bhabie off them Perks down bad Crying on the 'Gram, bitch, you going out sad Her man want me, now this bitch 'bout to crash Think you doing some' 'cause you got a little bag Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again You think that money makes you safe, better ho again Bitch, go blow it then, bring that smoke again You think that money makes you safe, better ho again Alright, listen, huh Bitches be talking about me, but having babies they not watching Babysitter having ass bitch Like, how's - your best friend, but fucked your baby daddy? I bet you didn't know that Bitch, you've been a fan, you've been that You can't outdo the doer, bitch Bitch, shut the fuck up The facts come from your baby daddy, bitch I said what I said You know when it come to you, love, we step on shit Tell these bitches big it! Shit real get real, B team The things that you have lied about, love You don't want them to come out On God Haha, bitch