OYSTERS Lyrics

You don't know lonely til your girlfriend ghost you

That type of shit'll make a bitch go postal

Talking to your ex she live on another coast though

Still found a way to creep into your socials

Cut you out my life and I don't mean to be hostile

My next level bitch make you feel insecure

My text message list kinda look like a brothel

No more bitches trife with intentions impure

Eleven elevens used to wish you'd wife me

Now a bitch wish to be married to the game

My price going up likely I put it on my name

My money can't fit the frame give a fuck about the fame

Underground queen crown gleam is fucking obscene

My crop comprised by cream the Cenny dream team

My chop it got two beams I don't miss things

Dozen holes in ya like a box full of Krisp Kremes

Two chains on my small frame my skin champagne

Sun kissed bliss it's Swiss, I can't complain

Whole team eating grew a cabinet from a campaign

All to the chagrin of men like Charlemagne

They feeding me these beats like I'm anorexic

I done made so many songs I need Chloraseptic

Got a way around these words and it be so perplexing

Quite ironic cuz a bitch is fuckin dyslexic

Look I spit the shit that make a nigga throw they paper out

Call rap quits and get a job on a paper route

I'm in Naples on a boat with my tiddies out

Quick correction now they chilling in a model's mouth

You scraping pennies like a stanced whip bottomed out

I'm seaside eating oysters with a side of trout

Adorn my shoulder with some Goyard as I'm sliding out

And now you wish you was the one that I was flying out

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Damn, sis, I had no idea she did you dirty like that

I mean, yeah, she had me hella fucked up, but I wasn't tryna, you know, be all Debbie Downer about the shit. I'm just tryna thug it out

Playing in your face and shit that's fucking wild. I ain't know she fucked you up like that

It is what is. I'm just tryna get this money and mind my fuckin business, you know

But aye these days—hang on, who just snapchatted me?

Girl imma have to call you back speak of the fuckin devil

Dawg for real?