Fuck Your Choices
Yeah, pack my sh*t up
Gimme back my f**king SIM card
This some real break up sh*t
Clout-chasing, you fried and you ass-kisser
Think you finessing my niggas, think you finessing my figures
Gold digger, gold digger, just like a ho-nigga to lie
Why you try to be nice?
All the sh*t that you plot
Be a snitch and get popped
Little bo-peep, two-faced b**ches got me in the car at the red light
Praying to God, I don't f**k your face up
Fake love really be some dangerous sh*t
Check my horoscope, swear to God, Susan Miller's a fraud
Yo, you used all my soy milk?
Told me that you used it in some coffee
Had some people over from yoga
You really made smoothies?
What the f**k is that?
What the f**k is that?
(I'm on my own)
(I'm on my own)
(It's not my choice)
(It's not my choice)
(It's not my choice)
(I'm on my own)
(I'm on my own)
This is some bullsh*t
