Thru Your Phone lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just want to break up all your sh*t, call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a b*tch, then dial tone, click
And f*ck your fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little b*tch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
(Lil' b*tch) I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you all f*ckin' with b*tches that follow me?

[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin')
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now
(You creepin', you creepin', you creepin')