[Chorus]
They hit my line asking 'bout how I'm doin
Two texts later ask me if my plugs cruising
Imma be honest you straight misconstruing
'Bout who the fuck you really think you're fooling
I hear your words but sorry I ain't fluent
In punk bitch who you fucking think you fooling? 2x
[Verse]
The lines down for all y'all
Your number blocked for all calls
This ain't Jake from All State
This Chuck Bass with the 9 all day
Blunts outside of Paul smith
Man I need a boss bitch
Who don't act nouveau rich
"Gotta post a gram gotta snap this"
With the Tori bag and a fat ass
But an empty wallet and no class
Check come through and she dipped out
Sit at Spago with your dick out
My blocked list looking like the constitution
Shrooms at church tryna find absolution
Old friends sold their souls prostitution
I'm over here tryna burn institutions