Klouted Up

Well, hello there
Yessir!
Lil' D, me leva pra Tokyo
Suwoooo
Bitch talking shit, she having a stroke
Lil bih' wanna fight me, you don’t want no smoke
«She look like a lil' girl», yeah, I got my bros
You pull up on us, your ass gon' get smoked
«Yeah, I am that indie girl», you is a joke
Talking that mad shit, they tryna provoke
Yeah ha come near me, bitch you gon' get choked
All of that fuck shit, boy, you is a ho
Thinkin' we fancy, hit up Nokia phone
Walking around with my chains and they glow
Calling herself thick, but that’s silicone
Shut up, lil' bitch, yeah, leave me alone
Scroll down my Insta, all these bitches clones, what?
She twelve year old but she act like she grown
These lil' thots gon' whine, these lil' thots gon' moan
I hit that bitch up, call her cell phone unknown
Oh, ayy, hello?
Is that really you, baby girl?
Thought I put my phone on don’t disturb
Since you called throw that ass, no return
Uh, sike!
I don’t call no bitch on no Skype
Only hit my migas on Facetime
See me happy on my Snap so she swipe
Red flag on my side, that’s my blood type
Oh what?
She gon' cry 'cause her boyfriend called me and he slide
Oh lil' bih', I’m not choosing no sides
I just fuck then I dip then I hide
Oh, shit! Petrified
Think she scary, oh damn, she tried
Gon' get her lil' ass acidified
'Cause they call me that toxic Strychnine
Uh, Klout!