Hygiene

Let me put this shit in words so, bitch, I know you understand

Yeah, you got the look, but, bitch, there's reasons you ain't got a man

Keep on postin' bout me, bitch, I'd love to have another fan

Get it why you mad because I hit that shit and fuckin' ran

Hygiene, no one must've taught you, don't surprise me, yeah

Must've struck a nerve and now you're lying I don't give a shit about your pain

Hope you steady say my name, bet you thought you knew the game

Yeah, all that talk but bet you cannot back it up

Go ahead, keep talkin', bitch, you still went, let me pack it up

Nothin' but a number on my list, go and slit your wrists