Bullshit

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

P. Soul on the track

[Verse]

I ain't tryna hear that bullshit

Oh, you spent the bag on the new whip?

You just got a change up and went, now your crew lit?

Finna kill the club when that TMZ news clip

Bodyguards in the entourage on they goon shit

Views lit, but nobody know about your music

Yeah, don't spit crack but you use it

Huh, when the flash stash, they'll be useless

Man, shout out your investors

Huh, you ain't have to drive by yourself in a Tesla

A nigga too extra, need a stylist from the [?], girl

Who the hell dressed ya?

I see these players on that new stuff (On that new stuff)

I keep the shit groovy like two cuts

Track mean, and they got the lean like a two cuffs (Yeah)

Y'all niggas scared of the truth, put your shoes up

I ain't tryna hear that bullshit

Shawty, that's your bro, not your new dick

Seen you in the pic with the clique on some spook shit