Back Of The Room Lyrics

Hahaha

I hear you cryin', awwww, haahaa

Man I got so many parasites up in my comments now, haahaa

I got so many people pressed and upset like the obsession is real

Y'all don't even follow me but you're all running to my posts to state a shit ass opinion like

Get a life instead of watching mine, haa, its odd like you don't like but I

Got you all slobbering on my dick

Oh wait that means I'm a man and you a faggot

Cus' ain't not straight bitch pay me all this time

There must be a reason I stay on your minds

Oh and I'm so sorry I look better than your girl in a dress

Plus I got at least 4 inches on you, bitch stay pressed

Pussy ass bitches talkin' on the net

Bitch you must be scared for this stiletto on your neck

Blank-ass stares match your blank-ass checks

Bitch talkin' shit, better check your specs

Cus' I look better no matter the weather

Gay but I still can make your bitch get wetter

Y'all cheesy but ain't no cheddar

Y'all hate but I stay a trendsetter

Cus' I keep makin' moves, I know I can't lose

Move faster than you bitches and I'm in these shoes

6 inch heel got more length than you

Must be why you hatin' from the back of the room

Insecure shit stay makin' me sick

Obsessive, please get off of my shit

Got spies on you, yeah I got whit

You'll never know how many people I'm with bitch

Be afraid

I think its funny how many people got my name in their mouth

And I think its funny how I never see any of these people's mouths movin'

Like, if you're such a big man, say it to my face pussy

It's given' small dick, red rocket y'know what I'm sayin?

Shit, y'all got me fucked up

You got a problem come to say it to my face bitch

Cus' it sound like a personal problem the way you bitches be hatin on me

All those steroids you stay injecting, I know it be affecting your D

And I guess the letter too cus' at max you'll be a D1 athlete

And I still got that crown too, bitch your planning was fucking weak

Any day of the fucking week I'll take you bitches on head to head

My mind games will leave you dead, grassroots for your grave

Bitch I'll stay, like a stain on your brains

My presence will give ya chains

Hold no grudges I'll be there to help when you beg for any spare change

Haha you bitches should be fuckin' scared cus'

I know I'm deranged, I stay taking pain

Kick you in the nuts, and I call it T-Pain

Got so much bread, you could call me Canes

My shooters up so you always in range

In a rut, no you'll never change

Bigoted, like cancer to your brain

Tears fallin' but this shit's fuckin' tame

Trip up and fall into my lion's cage

I'm a Leo, look at my lion's mane

This shits so fire, watch you burn in the flames

Socially distant, can't fuck with lames

Keep cryin' bitch I'll take all the blame

Little baby don't you feel ashamed?

Pray now, you bout to get maimed

Cus' I keep makin' moves, I know I can't lose

Move faster than you bitches and I'm in these shoes

6 inch heel got more length then you

Must be why you hatin' from the back of the room

Insecure shit stay makin me sick

Obsessive, please get off of my shit

Got spies on you, yeah I got whit

You'll never know how many people I'm with bitch

Never forget that shit, never, ever, ever

You'll never know what I hear

Cus' you didn't say it to my face but bitch I heard it and

Bitch you can eat your words cus' I don't wanna dance with that thing either

Give me a space at least a meter

In your mind, pay me rent like a parking meter

I'm not sorry your tapes get leaked either

Shirts not the only thing you'll call a wife-beater

Pussy rankin' you should call PETA

Cus' you toxic and in shock

Bitch just stop

Just got clocked

Check the time cus' yours is runnin' out

High School's over, relevancy's in a drought

Took your man's title, bitch, sit and pout

That mean cry, that mean cry, keep sittin' and cryin'

That mean cry, that mean cry, keep sittin', sittin'

That mean cry, that mean cry, keep sittin' and cryin'

That mean cry, that mean cry, ha

I got you obsessed, over my dress

Took Prom King, heavy on your chest

I got you obsessed, over my dress

Stay fuckin' pressed, heavy on your chest