BEING A b*tch IS YOUR POLICY lyrics

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
See we creepin' in leaves in, these f*ck boys all need a beatin'
The reason your f*ckin' bleeding is 'cause my demons are eatin' all season
All these pussies are immature and just imitators
f*ck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker
Yeah, it’s been a minute, pull up my windows tinted
KFS and triple sixes, flexing on little b*tches
Why you lying mothaf*cka? You don’t want no smoke
Hide behind the f*ckin' keyboard you're a f*ckin' joke let it blow

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
You wishin' to die, lookin' and hopin' remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin' it
And you be fakin' your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
'Cause you a snake lookin' for clout
We don’t give handouts
You seekin' attention, never amount
Gave us the runaround, run around, run around
b*tch you know who the f*ck we been talkin' all this sh*t about
Follow the trash and soon you’ll be findin' out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me
So f*ck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn’t know “Bein' a b*tch” is your policy