Spam
Laid back
Laid back and chilled out
I be own my own thing
These hoes be pilled out
And on cokey dokey
Wifey on IG
Really you're lonely in real life, I
I know it cause he blowing up my messages
I don't want this nigga, come get him
Please
Your nigga story watching
Facebook calling, stalking me
Only time he get to see me on his iPhone screen
Oh
I don't gotta flex all on the gram
Goddamn
I look good in real life with the yams
Goddamn
Talking to his self in my DM
Goddamn
That spam
That that that spam, baby
I don't gotta flex all on the gram
Goddamn, oh
I'm poppin in real life with the yams
Goddamn
Talking to his self in my DM
Like fam
That spam
That spam
He said he a glacier boy
He need a icy girl
He a munch
Be so fuckin for real
Beating it, watching my reels
Tweeting and then he delete it
Like I didn't see it
You gotta be quicker than that
Boy you stay up in my ats
Like when you gone hit me back, oh
Left him on read
Told him my phone was dead, yeah, ooh
Call him Spider Man
The way he live on the web
I be on ghost mode
Catch me when I post, though
If you know you know
Now you know
I look good in real life
Goddamn
I don't gotta flex on the gram, no
I'm poppin in real life with the yeah
Fuck the gram
Laid back and chilled out
I be own my own thing
These hoes be pilled out
And on cokey dokey
Wifey on IG
Really you're lonely in real life, I
I know it cause he blowing up my messages
I don't want this nigga, come get him
Please
Your nigga story watching
Facebook calling, stalking me
Only time he get to see me on his iPhone screen
Oh
I don't gotta flex all on the gram
Goddamn
I look good in real life with the yams
Goddamn
Talking to his self in my DM
Goddamn
That spam
That that that spam, baby
I don't gotta flex all on the gram
Goddamn, oh
I'm poppin in real life with the yams
Goddamn
Talking to his self in my DM
Like fam
That spam
That spam
He said he a glacier boy
He need a icy girl
He a munch
Be so fuckin for real
Beating it, watching my reels
Tweeting and then he delete it
Like I didn't see it
You gotta be quicker than that
Boy you stay up in my ats
Like when you gone hit me back, oh
Left him on read
Told him my phone was dead, yeah, ooh
Call him Spider Man
The way he live on the web
I be on ghost mode
Catch me when I post, though
If you know you know
Now you know
I look good in real life
Goddamn
I don't gotta flex on the gram, no
I'm poppin in real life with the yeah
Fuck the gram
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Writer(s): Miri Dawson
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