Issbrokie Bitter Bitch.
[PART I]
[Intro]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
[Verse]
Yeah, why you critiquing my art?
You ain't listen from the start, I'm a bitter bitch, it's in my heart
That's why my music hella dark
Rappers can't play guitar, you ain't really with the cars
I just quit smokin' gas pack and the carts
All my homies wanna narc
Bitch, I'm really going far in the business side, I'm goin' hard
Pullin' strings like a harp
I been so bitter lately
All these mid rappers really tryna fake we got a friendship
I been sick, and you been shit
Fuck yo' friends, bitch, I meant it
You ain't ever really been shit
Don't know why I looked up to you cats
Distorted vocals mixed on yo' tracks
Don't ever hit me thinkin' that we packed
Don't ever hit me tryna get somе raps
Don't ever hit me, I won't hit you back
But if you hit mе, I'ma hit you back
[PART II]
[Intro]
(Yeah) look
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
Yeah, woah
Just texted my mans, I said, "What it is?"
He said that he can't
I text him, like, “Bitch, I don't understand”
He said that he busy and that he can't talk
He already had plans, and he hanging out with his fam
Was gonna text him, like, “Wish I could hang with my dad”
Threw my phone out my hands
“that was rude, I should let him hang out with his pops”
Take a shot, wait a little bit
"you been such a bitter bitch past few days"
"chill a little bit, why you tryna bait?"
"tryna guilt trip, bein' toxic, lookin' in the mirror, start to vomit"
Maybe it's my phone started all this
Get off of my phone, talk a walk, bitch
