Trauma

Pretty little thing, something wrong with my entity? (NTT)
It's way past nine, sayin' you'd be fine
Baby girl, please allow this for me to rectify (huh? Huh? Huh?)
That thing you do, that kinda story you try to reckon, I, might
Stand for the truth and they know and they salute that
The only changing factor is you, we already knew that
(Wooh)

The fame, clout and the drama, 'til it starts to consume ('til it starts to consume)
And then write that fucking trauma, now they lookin' at you (now they lookin' at you)
Social media gang, swerve 'em to the side
Straight up from the street side
OD poppin' on their G life (now they're getting in line)

I'm smoking on the same D-Rad, bring the bag
See you on the seaside, she said
That "I wouldn't even have to worry for me
But be moreover for you, got dudes who fucking with me
Bitches be nothin' on you"
And I would never take it back
Tattoos on your lip check
Money drippin' from yo momma
Get a reality
Check (wooh)

The fame, clout and the drama, 'til it starts to consume ('til it starts to consume)
And then write that fucking trauma, now they lookin' at you (now they lookin' at you)
Social media gang, swerve 'em to the side
Straight up from the street side
OD poppin' on their G life (now they're getting in line)

Whatchu talking about?
Praisin' your clout?
That's what you need
Slip it in, ride it clean, 'til your guilt could fly free
Why you fucking with me? I thought you don't need
Baby let me go 'cause your daddy might get his own insecurities
But for real though, why you gotta hafta treat me like that?
Baddie wanna be, why you acting like that?
Where's your fame woah
Went down with your same ways, together with your same plays
Repeating the same thing (every day!)
That's how it goes
Most of y'all are ill-advised
Cappin' 'til they realize
Fake it 'til you make it kind of scene, and I
Don't keep up with your bullshit, doing it all for fame
The name and your lame ass game, what's new
Other than your hypocritic plastic face

Reppin' from the Southside
See you when your shit slide
Gram it too, tweet it too
Hopin' there's some truth to that, and just be honest
But when you're honest
We all know that shit end up collapsin'
'Member when your lying ass fucking in my Honda's back
'Tention-seeking clown, simmer down
Time to drop the curtains now 'cause the circus show just ended
Take a bow (wooh)

The fame, clout and the drama, 'til it starts to consume ('til it starts to consume)
And then write that fucking trauma, now they lookin' at you (now they lookin' at you)
Social media gang, swerve 'em to the side
Straight up from the street side
OD poppin' on their G life (now they're getting in line)