K Kashh - Twitter Fingers Lyrics

Ayy, YB, let's hype him up, bro
Damn, Dawson
Bitch said she don't like me, had to Tell that hoe to stand on that
I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs

And f*ck our bond, if we fell out, Then bitch give me my money back
I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch
They say you the baddest, man, I see Why they don't f*ck with you
Bitches couldn't walk with me if I Had gave them hoes my shoes

Gave that bitch my nigga, took him Back, the f*ck is wrong with you
She said it's up, I told her stand on That, now she uncomfortable
Bitches got them Twitter fingers, Them hoes ain't never about shit
Told that hoe get in the field, but she Pulled up on cop shit

Her favorite nigga in my inbox said She make him soft quick
Can't beef with bitches with no Morals, all y'all bitches talk shit
I ain't gangsta, all pun intended
Bitch, I keep the strap
Bitches talking bout keda crew, bitch, Tell me where your mama at

Ain't beefing with no baby mamas, Bitch, go find your baby dad
Aint beefing with no downlow nigga Who taking dick straight to the ass
Got this one bitch who still hate me, Cause she got her nigga took
Bitches talk in group chats like in real Life, I don't have em shook

Ask them hoes why they don't like Me, look how dumb they look
Girl, nobody want your man, you Don't even want him f*ck
Bitch said she don't like me, had to Tell that hoe to stand on that
I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs

And f*ck out bond if we fell out, then Bitch give me my money back
I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch
Bitches couldn't f*ck with me if I Gave these hoes classes
She said we not gon' jump, you Bitches talking out they asses

Bitch, you live off section 8 and them Motherf*cking taxes
Worry about your baby daddy and Why that nigga absent
Selling stamps to get they hair done, But they talking shit
Niggas get government assistance, But flexing like they rich

Bitches, I don't know who don't like me, who the f*ck is this
Talking bout I neglect these hoes like They neglect they f*cking kids
And J,I don't want your hoe, she just Ate it up like a meal
That head was wack, but she was Moanin like I fed her and your kids

I don't beef with hoes, bitch, get out the chat, get in the field
Look, bitch, get out the chat, get in the field
I don't beef with hoes, bitch, get out the chat and get in the field
Bitch, get out the chat and get in the field

Bitch said she don't like me, had to tell that hoe to stand on that
I'm gay as f*ck, but y'all niggas on My waist just like some fanny packs
And f*ck our bond if we fell out, then Bitch give me my money back
I tripped so hard on this one, bitch, Until I realized I'm the catch

The f*ck
Stop f*cking playing with me like I don't really do this shit
I'm back in the studio, bitch