WHAT I DO

WHAT I DO

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What I do? Every time I ask, it's “shut up.” Funny how the truth make a bitch just hung up [PHONE SOUND]—line dead, guess I rung up Too many facts so the coward just run up These hoes so typical—copy-paste digital Whole lotta shade, but the aim still pitiful Say they don’t care, but they tweetin’ subliminal They Woke up mad Must be clinical They said I talk like a printer—dot dot dot But when I speak, everybody go— shot shot shot And for what? Bitch, I always been sure You cracked when the truth came in like couture She snapped—yeah, like a pic-ture then framed ya'll slow—can't even play Connect 4 games All have to talk’ for him, ya'll so lame You milk that man now he think he's game He drinkin’ again? Oh, what a surprise! Y’all forgot what he did? Let’s rewind the lies said “he's an alcoholic” Yeah I see why But now I’m the villain ‘cause I didn’t comply? What happened to U-N-I-T-Y? This the man ya'll held down n' expect silence? This the one ya'll broke ur pride with? Now he throwin’ shots, y’all still ride with? Some of u corny—I stand where the line is Your friend? Two-faced, switch tones Smilin’ at me, then they speak like clones Sayin’ one thing to him, another to me Tryna “silence her” what a bitch like me? Why you worried ‘bout what my body like? Must be cause you wanted the backdoor Candor? Bitch, I know your type You bold with the crew, by yourself, polite Put you on Blast so they all see why You out your lane, the brakes ain’t peakin’ Callin’ me childish? Look who tweetin’ Talk like a victim, but you kept cheatin’ Counterfeit crew, outta-lip hoes They talk shit from the back scary hoes All that gossip, not one point made Still throw shade jo always catch strays I can wake it up, and I think i might You desperate as fuck in and out of C-I-T-Y lucky i dont attach names, but karma works in many ways You a mess, babe, i'm good off of that And he got a lot to say Crop top tight, must be blockin’ his brain Talkin’ ‘bout “thots,” but he inside payin' Say I’m toxic? Nah, I'm just explainin' They hate when I speak ‘cause I say what’s true And you guilty too—baby, that’s on you you both weird, you both fake all got mouths, but I know the case Y’all mad at me for not keeping silent I said what I said and I’ll say it again You start that shit, then ask for it to end What I do? Every time I ask, it's “shut up.” Funny how the truth make a bitch just hung up [PHONE SOUND]—line dead, guess I rung up Too many facts so the coward just run up I keep gettin’ better, and better those lies won't lastforever Treatin’ me bad was your first mistake Now I’m the villain ‘cause I said what you did? Head question mark—what’s all that about? Lookin’ real desperate, you lame as hell I don’t even think I liked you, for real Whole time bored, wasn’t feelin’ it What can I say? I'm hard to love hard to impress I got a lot of M's and I'm piling them up! I got a lot of opps sick of lighting them up keep em on they toes