I Don’t Text Back lyrics

[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
Room full of b*tches, finna gang bang, I ain't twisting no fingers
I don't know no sign language, you a b*tch player
n*ggas always on the side hating, lotta n*ggas virjins
See me going up, they can't take it
Send the money for the song, or you gon' be on that b*tch by yourself
Say you only got a thousand, give that sh*t to somebody else
Like a single mother, f*ck n*ggas, I don't need no help
n*ggas say I'm [?], n*gga, oh well
n*ggas dress badder than these b*tches on my Instagram
Talking sh*t in comments, you a gangsta, or an Insta fan?
You ain't finna di*k ride my wave, but these b*tches can
Catfish, right after I f*ck, I'm a different man
Only time a b*tch hear my voice, when shе stream some
b*tch thought I took her on a datе, she just dreamed of it
Throw a party, all my hoes in this b*tch mean mugging
b*tches keep on threatening me with leaving, like it mean something
Text a b*tch back when I feel like it, nevermind, I don't feel like it
I'm [?] still [?]
n*ggas kiss hoes that kiss di*k, n*ggas real trifling
[?] b*tch [?] but you still wifed her
f*cking up my shoes, buy some new ones, I ain't finna wipe them
Treat these b*tches like an Insta post, I ain't finna like them
Told the cashier to ring me up, 'cause I ain't finna try them
b*tches said they can't live without me, then these b*tches dying
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Sent your b*tch [?] that mean soul snatching
Told her come and get some money, all my hoes happy
See an opp, unplug him quicker than a low battery
Face a wood [?] matching sh*t, like my clothes [?]
High as hell, scrolling down an opp page laughing
n*ggas broker than a b*tch, tryna play savage
When I look around, all my n*ggas bosses
Got enough money to customise all you n*ggas' coffens
Young n*gga, used to [?] D.B.C
Swiping cards, b*tch, I'm [?] like E.B.T
n*ggas sick I made a killing off the shh
All these hoes want my balls, like D.B.Z
Get my dawgs whatever, I'll never call it leaching
We is on the hunt together, then this time, we all gon' eat
Red bottoms on, told my [?] bleeding
Put the spikes on your head, like [?]
[?] neck, could've swore I saw demons
See these nots on me, look like I caught a beating
I'ma pass the b*tch to 1TakeJay, ain't no pressure
Got the bad b*tches tapping in, like a wrestler