[Verse]
You lean back in your seat like you're leaning back in a gold-plated Cadillac
And you cause traumatic hellfire but in a “chill” way
And you talk different than last we met
Your friends must've changed I guess
‘Cause now you say shit like, “No cap, I'm on the grind”
You got a piano in your teeth that plays melodies when you're lying
You said you got nine girls on rotation and it sung like a Bach concerto
And you call me “pussy”
And you call me “bro”
But you're never called back and you blame my ego
And not your misogynistic, creepy, and controlling personality
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