True Story

Think you can f*ck with me?
In your dreams, bro

Lemme tell'em Axo

D-d-d-d-d-d-dirt on me?
F*ck
You are a fan of me (you are a fan)
B*tch, you can't f*ck with me
You should've known you can't f*ck with a queen like me (qween like me)

A queen like me (qween like me)
I'm way too out yo' leauge (way too out yo' leauge)
You be whinin' to your mommy while I'm grindin' with my homies
B*tches can't afford to chill with me

I be in my bag, they be jealin' me (jealin' me)
"A sl*ve to a star", what else could he be?
He bought me a mic, but it's me who be singin' it (i'm killin' it)
Wore a wig, 'cause he wish he could be like me (you can't)

Do yo' thing, but don't think you can mess with me
Gave you a name, put my signature under it (i did)
He'd be dead if it wasn't me savin' with his ass
But he's still out there tryna put dirt on me

D-d-d-d-d-d-dirt on me?
F*ck
You are a fan of me (you are a fan)
B*tch, you can't f*ck with me
You should've known you can't f*ck with a queen like me (qween like me)

A queen like me (qween like me)
I'm way too out yo' leauge (way too out yo' leauge)
You be whinin' to your mommy while I'm grindin' with my homies
B*tches can't afford to chill with me



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Writer(s): Cansu Akaydın
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