Toxic lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
(Jaahvenchy made a f*cking hit)
Ayy
(Oh my God, Dare)
Uh, is he a runner? Is he a track star? (Okay, okay)
I'm a gunner and a trap star (Okay, okay)
And a rap star (Okay)
See, I can't fall in love, I got a black heart (Grrt, baow)

[Chorus]
See, I don't got no feeling, chase after these bands
Don't wanna be your man, don't wanna be your friend
See, I just wanna f*ck, your man probably a fan
I keep it on the low, don't post me on the 'Gram
I'm tryna build up my label like CMG
b*tches love me, always posting me like TMZ
And if I f*ck your b*tch, go talk to her, don't DM me
I just f*ck her, then I kick her out my BNB (Facts)

[Verse 1]
I just wanna hit, then baby girl, I'm disappearing
I tell her play my music loud and let her boyfriend hear it
n*ggas pillow talk for pus*y, what's the deal, n*gga?
She call my phonе, it's just to f*ck 'cause I'm a real n*gga
I don't need to spend for thе pus*y, baby, 'cause I ain't stupid
I dare a b*tch to call me broke 'cause they all know I do this
She said she love me, I can't say it back (Say it back)
See, every L a n*gga took, you know I made it back (I made it back)
That n*gga mad, I probably f*cked his BM
He thinks he's brave, he's tweakin' in my DM (Oh, he's a b*tch)
His b*tch is bad, but now she's claiming 3M
You talk about me while I'm grinding AM to the PM (Facts)
[Chorus]
See, I don't got no feeling, chase after these bands
Don't wanna be your man, don't wanna be your friend
See, I just wanna f*ck, your man probably a fan
I keep it on the low, don't post me on the 'Gram
I'm tryna build up my label like CMG
b*tches love me, always posting me like TMZ
And if I f*ck your b*tch, go talk to her, don't DM me
I just f*ck her, then I kick her out my BNB

[Verse 2]
Don't post me on the 'Gram
See, I don't got no feelings, chase after these bands
See, I can't fall in love, I hope you understand
Telling me you love the kid, you gotta love the gang
Hundred K on jewelry, so I just keep a toolie
Your b*tch is single when she with me 'cause my life a movie
Uh, she got a man, but, yeah, she know I'm boomin'
You wife a whore, so don't be mad at me 'cause I just prove it
Real G, getting money just like EST
I got n*ggas in their feelings tryna DM me
She suck my di*k and then I kick her out my BNB (Bye)
And when she call me, I just put my phone on DND

[Chorus]
See, I don't got no feeling, chase after these bands
Don't wanna be your man, don't wanna be your friend
See, I just wanna f*ck, your man probably a fan
I keep it on the low, don't post me on the 'Gram
I'm tryna build up my label like CMG
b*tches love me, always posting me like TMZ
And if I f*ck your b*tch, go talk to her, don't DM me
I just f*ck her, then I kick her out my BNB