Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Daisy Chapman
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Bitches out here hatin, think I'm playin, they can't fuck with me
Most of y'all be hatin' from a distance, cause you ugly
Speakin' rumors like the truth hurts, but it's really funny how a bitch always mad
When you caught them actin' bummy, ayy
I'd like to think that it's sad, yeah, but I'm really kinda glad that you mad, yeah
Fakin' clout, fakin' bags with no tags, yeah
I manifest all the things you wish you had, yeah
I'm tired of repeatin' all the same old messages
Now listen up, bitches, cause I'm really gon' be stressin' this
If you don't like me, go to hell, in a carriage sis
Dealin' with the devil, but be actin' real precious
Fuckin' with an opp, got you actin' real jealous
Pull up to the stop, gonna turn you to a felon
Carry on, don't stop, I'll see you when you get to heaven
Let's period on God, this is spiritual oppression
He actin' like a dog, that's demonic obsession
Gon' treat me like a god when he learns his fuckin' lesson
The damage that you cause will be replanted from my haven
This isn't what you thought, I am a creator with no patience
Bitches out here hatin, think I'm playin, they can't fuck with me
Most of y'all be hatin' from a distance cause you ugly
Speakin' rumors, like the truth hurts, but it's really funny how a bitch always mad
When you caught them actin' bummy, ayy
I like to think that it's sad, yeah
But I'm really kinda glad that you mad, yeah
Fakin' clout, fakin' bags with no tags, yeah
I manifest all the things you wish you had, yeah
I really don't like how you always try to press this
I transmute all this madness into something I can work with
As above, so within, chaos and magic
What the fuck you think this is, you're a creature of habit
What we call a conscious, these bots will never have it
Spiritual genes, this is natural fuckin' magic
As above, so within, you're a star and don't look past it
Be yourself and don't look back, they jealous, they don't have it
Be the person who always gonna have, they don't fuckin' back
Show up for yourself the way that no one else did, facts
Be your own boss and run a business if you like that
But never let no one tell you that you ain't worth that
Bitches out here hatin, think I'm playin, they can't fuck with me
Most of y'all be hatin' from a distance cause you ugly
Speakin' rumors, like the truth hurts, but it's really funny how a bitch always mad
When you caught them actin' bummy, ayy
I'd like to think that it's sad, yeah
But I'm really kinda glad that you mad, yeah
Fakin' clout, fakin' bags with no tags, yeah
I manifest all the things you wish you had, yeah
Written by: Daisy Chapman