Fuck Shyt Lyrics

Big star motherfucker

All that talkin

About what the fuck Big Star got goin' on

Let me tell my own motherfuckin' tea

I been chillin

Mindin' my business

Alright

I been quiet for too long

I think it's time I beat a bitch

But I'm so focused on my goals

That I can't even see a bitch

All that talkin' on them apps

Hold your head up when you see me

Hoe you prayin' on my downfall

You mad you wanna be me

So you fuck my baby daddy

Tell the people what he bought you

You supposed to get that bread first

Your mama should've taught you

You got tricked up out them draws

Now you subbin' mad at me

Like I'm the one that got the nut

You just a fuck you had to be

Cause you ain't even on my level

You a three and I'm a ten

I'm a boss and you a donut worker

Still be clockin' in

I don't do the back and forth

Unless I'm hoppin' on a flight

I can't be arguin' with a bitch

Just say what's up you wanna fight

You know you like to call the cops

And yeah your mouth too big for that

You sent the crackers to my doe

So I believe you wear a bag

What I'm competein' with you fa

When I know that I'm the biggest

Yeah he give me what I want

And put my name on all his business

He be cashin' out on me

Bitch you couldn't get a meal

You let a nigga amp you up

Now you caught up in your feels

You gon' fuck a thousand niggas

Tryna find the one that save you

You gon' end up like that lady

Talkin' bout the one that made you

See my mama gave me game

Bitch you get it ran on you

How you fucked up by the nigga

Who won't spend a band on you

I ain't even with the nigga

And you ain't the one he choosin

Ah ha he made you fuck

I'm the loss and you the loser

I don't thank lil' baby get it

Tell that hoe that nigga use her

She be textin' tryna pay the nigga

Just so he can choose her

Baby you was just a fuck

Probably all you'll ever be

I'm a good pussy money maker

Some you'll never be

I don't even gotta fuck a nigga

I'ma get the bag

Hollin' bout what you gon' do to me

You know just where I'm at

All that talkin' I like action

Show me that you really bout that

Bitch I wanna see you put your money

Where your fuckin' mouth at

And I ain't trippin' on no nigga

Or no bitch cause that ain't me

And I ain't askin' bout no hoe

Unless the bitch checkin' for me

I ain't poppin' on no pill

Just roll this gas in a backwood leaf

I be higher than a motherfucker

I guess that's how I grieve

Keep these bitches out my face

I know these hoes ain't fond to me

And if you let a nigga fuck on you

For free you dumb to me

Star don't argue with you hoes

Cause I was told the talk is cheap

Gotta be talkin' bout some money

Cause this bitch don't talk for free

Keep this pussy to myself

Because these dudes be stalkin' me

And he know I don't fuck for free

So he like what this costin' me

Pick up my phone like what you want

Boy why the fuck you callin' me

He say he thirsty for this water

He can't get it he can't breathe

He a fan he throwin' fits

Just know that shit don't bother me

Quick to leave a nigga

Lil spody bitch they jockin' me

I'ma keep makin' a map

Them hoes can't ever fuck with me

And All my old friends turned to opps

Mad they Can't get up with me