Dont Like Me lyrics

They mad
Somebody get them a tissue

[Verse 1]
I heard I got a hating hoe upset
The way I'm shining
See my diamonds
Got invisible sets
See me climbing to the top
Now these b*tches depressed
They tried to hold they nuts on me
So I stood in they chest (b*tch)
b*tch you broke and I'm balling
The n*gga got me saved in his phone under Spalding
Pretty clean pus*y
Look like the b*tch bought it
Ima let him eat it once now the n*gga keep calling
(f*ck you want?)
I wake up early just to sh*t on a b*tch
Baguettes fighting on my wrist
Louis V on the fit
Got your n*gga fanned out-He trynna take him a pic
Said I'm the trillest and the realist
Wanna throw me the di*k
(Come get your hoe)
The way I'm dripping
I be walking on water
-He call me god
They know I'm really with the sh*t I be kicking
Aye no façade
Said you model but you really be tricking
You need a job
I left the strip club and ran up a ticket
I'm living large
(Chorus)
I know these b*tches don't like me
I been a cold b*tch
Now a b*tch really icy
Ran me up a bag so he know the pus*y pricey
Got these b*tches mad
All they n*ggas wanna wife me
I know this money turn him on
He a groupie
I don't f*ck broke di*k
Nah this pus*y bougie
I need me a hood rich n*gga
I'm choosey
Clutching on his strap while he gripping on my booty

[Verse 2]
I'm really having my way
Picking up backends from Friday to Friday
My n*gga got a strap in, I dare a b*tch to try me
I'm a young turnt b*tch tell your hoe stand beside me
Wanna see a dead body?
I be really killing these b*tches
I'm In my bag
Told em ‘I don't see no competition’
I'm on they ass
Say they big, but they know who the “biggest”
Ain't gotta brag
How you hype cause you f*cking a n*gga I already had
(Stupid)
All this water on a b*tch
A hoe could get rich
(Splash)
Say they really popping on the gram but I ain't convinced
How you self made?
Without a n*gga you ain't got sh*t
I'm a real boss b*tch don't need a n*gga for the least bit
I bust my rollie down
I can't tell the time no more
Throw my wrist up
Just so I can blind a hoe
Got this n*gga on my phone, trynna beg me to come home
But I'm sorry baby I ain't trynna wife no hoe
(Chorus)
I know these b*tches don't like me
I been a cold b*tch
Now a b*tch really icy
Ran me up a bag so he know the pus*y pricey
Got these b*tches mad
All they n*ggas wanna wife me
I know this money turn him on
He a groupie
I don't f*ck broke di*k
Nah this pus*y bougie
I need me a hood rich n*gga
I'm choosey
Clutching on his strap while he gripping on my booty