u'd be surprised

Shit
You know how the fuck it go
Xanz
Y'all told me y'all was real- switched sides

Y'all told me y'all was real but you went and switched sides
They don't fuck with the youngin', they never choosin' his side
And this what I'm thinkin', I'll let you hear it this time
I'm spillin' some thoughts, just once; I'll let y'all inside
Damn, Jay, now I gotta cut you down to size
In the end; it turns out you wasn't really no prize
How you claim to be real but half the shit you said was lies?
Oh, you think I don't know shit? Damn, Jay, you'd be surprised
You don't think I'm petty too? Damn, Jay, you'd be surprised
Bitch, I know the truth, I done seen it with my eyes
Every damn time, you tried to convince me otherwise
Got you actin' like a bitch, why you always gotta cry?
And my shawty crazy 'bout me, she could kill ya
If a bitch gotta die then a bitch gotta die
Tryna play me a like a fool? Nah, bitch, don't even try
You said I would cut you off but it's you who cut ties
And don't think just 'cause you got ten bodies
That that shit makes you a ten, shawty
Damn, bitch, you was fuckin' with lames
Thought I couldn't get pettier? Bitch, I'll drop some names
There you go postin' 'bout Alex givin' you a bruise
Just so you can get some sorry ass TikTok views
I would've done it different if I was in your shoes
I'm always in the wrong, huh? You love to pick and choose
Damn, he did you dirty, so you fucked John
I don't know even who that is, fuck you want?
Had Andres on your bed, like, bitch, c'mon
Had Blake hit it from the back on that video you on
Tell them two sucka ass youngin's, "eat a dick"
You done fucked 'em in the same day, damn, is you they bitch?
Along came body five, of course it's a lame; it's apparent
Out of every motherfucker, you done really fucked Aaron? Tuh
You keep askin', "what's wrong?" Bitch, why you keep starin'?
Yeah, you swallow a lotta kids but you was almost a parent
And no disrespect to yo' miscarriage
I'm just statin' the facts, but, bitch, don't be thinkin' I be carin' (Xanz)
And if you listenin', I know I'm still in yo' head
Sucka ass bitch had lil' dick Ray in yo' bed
Tried to act real, bitch, you can't get no Oscar
Grown ass youngin's like her, go ask Yoscar
Better yet; go ask Jason, damn, bro, you wil'in'
But listen, bro, do you know 'bout Ian and Ryland?
Nah, huh? You only know about Michael
Thinkin' that he'd steal yo' bitch, you ain't really like him
That's fine, bro, I ain't like you either
And I 'on' want yo' ran-through ass bitch, I 'on' need her
When I say, "Michael," I ain't talkin' 'bout yo' dead friend
Fuck was I thinkin' callin' you my best friend?

You wanted disrespect?
Okay, bitch, you got it