THIRDS? Lyrics

I heard that homie fuck around Yubo, flickin' up his you know

Snappin' bitches, ask if they like playin' with his chudo

The baby voice be wildin' but all I hear is you a group hoe

You can love or hate me, I can never talk, cause I ain't stick mine in it

You fire in it, but the flame keep goin' out, only thing I'm sparkin' up is woods

And hair that's goin' south, I don't wanna hit them backshots, cause her hair be in my mouth

You think this shit you doin' on your phone is secretive, it's out

You pillow talkin, there ain't no other option

This shit done started up in Canada, but ended up in Compton

I think that goth bitches slit they wrists, cause you they biggest problem

How you bigger than a bitch, and dial to a hypocrite

Honestly, your bitch complainin, everyday we sick of it

Weighing out your options at the gym, but you ain't rippin' it

Time you spent on bullshit is the time I spent on killin' it

Remember just a year ago, you couldn't find a clitoris

Now you horny, snappin' bitches like they was some Kit Kats

I know you don't like your bitch, but why the fuck you ain't just say that

Relationships got ups and downs, and you just in the rain hat

You lost your fuckin' V-card, my bad

Bro, where you cape at? Why the fuck you tap that

Your position is atrocious, cause we in the last lap

I got a post from Sxtcy, there's two goofies with a cap hat

I can pick y'all both up, like I'm askin' where the trash at

Your bitch is a lab rat, passed around with DNA

She workin' with kids, and fuck her own kid like she CSA