(Intro)
b*tch! Ya a phoney! Yep!
(Verse 1)
Was it Kanye or Jay Z that ya dated?
I confuse them 'cause I f*ck em both last night, they didn't hated
Nibba, you a phoney, Gru with Beiber hair plaited
Fatted Fatted Gnatted
You know your dumb ass can't run
I got shooters about to shoot with their guns
Got twenty of them, hundred more in the back
I can afford a thousand, not whack
(Chorus)
b*tch YOU CRAP
YOU AIN'T REAL
YOUR SUCCESS AND STORY EITHER
YOUR TITTIES OR FRIENDS EITHER
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
YOU A SCRUB NIBBA AND YOU KNOW IT
(Verse 2)
Water breaking in your pus*y when you see me
You get a kiddie every time you see my face on tv (every hour)
b*tch in the front, wanna be a Kiwi
b*tch claimin' to be straight but eating like a Chinese!
Nibba wanna know how we get out style
We grind for da papas, make it go for miles
Nibba can't even get her stuff on Spotify
ARE. YOU. A. CHILD
(Chorus)
b*tch YOU CRAP
YOU AIN'T REAL
YOUR SUCCESS AND STORY EITHER
YOUR TITTIES OR FRIENDS EITHER
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
YOU A SCRUB NIBBA AND YOU KNOW IT
(21 Savage Verse 3)
Rodri being bad b*tch
Y'all know I started rapping with that Bey b*tch
Stunk like a skunk in a trash can b*tch
So gay she wouldn't even eat my di*k when I shove it in, b*tch!
(Chorus)
b*tch YOU CRAP
YOU AIN'T REAL
YOUR SUCCESS AND STORY EITHER
YOUR TITTIES OR FRIENDS EITHER
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch
YOU A SCRUB NIBBA AND YOU KNOW IT