Fan Behavior!

Surfer They call me Heavy cause I'm always gonna eat on a bitch You lookin' stupid specially when you down and out with your clique Hoe I be poppin' for real, why bitches do it for clicks Bitches songs don't even feel lit till I hop on the bitch I don't be fixin' these niggas but I be breakin' these bitches I see why these producers don't let you cook in they kitchen Cant contrast these hoes apart, man they all is some chickens Make sure you bring some of that pressure before your thumbs get to flickin bean Copy paste, down to the lace But they can't get the same smile on my face I can name a lot of niggas, that need put up in they place I don't hold my tongue, bitch I'll say it to your face Why she goin' round town sayin' she the baddest When them type of bitches that turn out to be the saddest Talent made me more, that's why my pockets the fattest Put a hoe up in the dirt if she ain't runnin' up my lettuce When I leave, you wanna keep doin' this But then when I come around, you don't wanna post up So Fan behavior is the one thing that I hate I'm the coldest rapper up and it's not for debate Put a hoe up in the box fore' I let her get past me Ride him like a horsey while he grippin' my asscheeks Bitches ain't original, they do it just like me They hand in what I do, even songs to copy Talkin' all that shit, finna get yo ass beat No need to drop a low, cause I know where yo ass be No money, no whip, when I order, no tip Got some bitches lurkin' on my page like all my pics First I peep shit, then I dip, and i sink shit like a ship I ain't talkin' bout no Pringles, but I'm steady stackin' chips It's a show when I hit the floor If it's beef, bitch, let me know Like a baker, I need my dough No bitch can steal my flow Gave a bitch a piece of string, now she wantin some more Tryna keep that shit cute, but that bitch gotta go Hoe, I know I'm fine, cause your man told me so All up in my face, but you never like me though They call me heavy, cause I'm always gonna eat on a bitch You lookin' stupid, especially when you down and out with your clique Hoe, I be poppin' for real, while bitches do it for clicks Bitches' songs don't even be lit till I hop on a bitch I don't be fixin' these niggas, but I be breakin' these bitches I see why these producers don't let you cook in their kitchens Can't contrast these hoes apart, man, they all is some chickens Make sure you rinse it by the pressure, Fore your thumbs get to flickin bean Quick to block a bitch, cause I'm short with my temper Bitch, the party's over, cause there ain't no more members Hoes try to compete with me, it takes 12 summers Pull up in a Rolls Royce, then pull off with a Hummer Judy Moody with the whole wack, bummer, summer Stayin' slick, shit get you hurt, uppercutter If you ain't trickin', nigga, dial another number I'm sick of these bitches, like I'm under the weather All this obsession really feedin' my ego I'm fly and I shit, bitch, look up, it's a seagull Buried him again, like it isn't a sequel Hoes stop tryin', cause you know these bars be lethal