BITCHMADE

Bitch, you bitchmade All these fuckin' hoes who talkin' shit got resting bitch face I've been drinking battery acid, been up for ten days All of you lil clout chasing pussies are never winning You only rap for the fame Nah, boy you bitchmade All these fuckin' hoes who talkin' shit got resting bitch face I've been drinking battery acid, been up for ten days All of you lil clout chasing pussies are never winning You only rap for the fame Nah, boy you bitchmade And all your friends who support you don't give a fuck They be swearin' they'll be with you when you make it out the mud But you'll never make it out, yea lil boy, I know it's tough But the problem is that you and your clique fuckin' suck "You're not really one to talk" Bitch, I talk because I want And the difference is that we've been makin' moves that you're not "But your clique sucks too" Nah hoe, check again I'm not the one fixated on other people's opinions Bitch, I'm happy and you're mad That alone's a fuckin' win Kill your mother and your dad Now I wonder where they've been I barely even write at that Like, this whole time, I'm punchin' in Pull up to church in the titties hat Like I guess I just fuckin' sinned I pull up to the boy with a jar of mace I sip it up, if he won't sip, I'll splash it in his face Like boy, you bitchmade Learn your fuckin' place And now I'm pickin' out a tomb for his fuckin' grave Bitch, you bitchmade All these fuckin' hoes who talkin' shit got resting bitch face I've been drinking battery acid, been up for ten days All of you lil clout chasing pussies are never winning You only rap for the fame Nah, boy you bitchmade All these fuckin' hoes who talkin' shit got resting bitch face I've been drinking battery acid, been up for ten days All of you lil clout chasing pussies are never winning You only rap for the fame Nah, boy you bitchmade Wow, you finished the album! Yay! Fuck you Kill yourself