Yachty can’t give you no swag neither, I don’t give a fu*k ’bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request
You know that we got some s*it to address
I even hate when you say the word “N!gga”, but that’s just me, I guess
Some s*it just cringeworthy, it ain’t even gotta be deep I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep making me dance, waving my hand and it won’t be no threat
I’m knowing they call you The Boy, but where is a man? ‘Cause I ain’t seen him yet
Matter of fact, I ain’t even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by S*xyy Red, I believe you see two bad b!tches
I believe you don’t like women, that’s real competition, you might pop ass with ’em
Let’s speak on percentage, show me your splits
I make sure I double back with you