Men Are Trash

Men be so trash thats what ladies say
You hear it in their voice
It's so brash from their painful days
Baddie energy, it feel like Ice Spice
Personality, chasing money, she don't like guys

I think it's Mocha
I think it's Mocha

I'm a long way
From pimple popping all day
And busy Boppin' Disney
And quizing about them sting rays
Now I get paid
And baddies help me get laid
I'm Lovin' every minute like that burger, fries big chain
Hold up
She telling me she grown up
And how men are trash
It's a fact that she holds on
I let her go on
All these fucking no-ones
Date with bad intentions
And her self-respect is rode on
So she close up
Alone she'd rather roll up
I listen taking notes
Tryna be better grown up

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
That's right

Men be so trash thats what ladies say
You hear it in their voice
It's so brash from their painful days
Baddie energy, it feel like Ice Spice
Personality, chasing money, she don't like guys

A chapter in her life to get shit done
But it's not that effective for a husband when she pick one
Those men are friends of mine, I know succumb
To villain accusations when they swear they never did them
Unconscious bad behavior is a big one
Their mother had misogyny so she part of a system
One day those ladies focused on ambition
Might settle down and raise a boy, if so I hope they listened

Damn all these
How you teach me all this shit
And then get freaky on the dick
That's a hands on education
If I ever heard of it
See I ask questions
Then I really take it in
I'm not fucking Twitter watching others be debating it
My brothers be so late with it
I'm speaking like a healthy man
The baddies really taking it
Really I'm not faking it
She said this cake you hitting it