Ladies and gentlemen/
[Hook]
These b**hes, they scheming, man I swear I can't trust these hoes/ (4x)
[Verse 1: DoubleGG]
Man I swear I, don't need em, cuz a n***a can't trust these hoes/
These b**hes, be scheming, plottin on a n***a on the low/
Stay lying, and cheating, so a n***a had to let her go/
Salty that a n***a had to let her go, b**h had some bomb p**y and she deep throat/
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jaymo419]
Heard the Devil wears Prada, Devious hoes get on with that plottin/
Every move I make, why they keep on watching, Eyes low, I'm in the cut like a rasta/
She bent up cold, looking like a goddess, but she ain't honest so whats the point of trying/
She cut-throat, she don't love nobody, so its no love for nobody/
[Verse 3: Showmann]
You said I put a verse on your wack-a**ed tape wait, when I write that sh**/
And if my swagger ain't cold then tell me my n***a, why you bite that sh**/
I write this sh**, then re-write this sh**, then re-write this sh**, then re-write this sh**/
Then recite this sh**, and re-recite this sh**, now I put it on a beat and you like that sh**/
Now can someone please tell me who's f**ing with I, when you can break down the tracks like a pack of the loud/
You get a couple of O's, and a couple Ahhs, and you can roll with the sh** like a couple of Rs (rolls tongue)/
Abracadabra, make cadavers out you rappers, higher then a Ivy league schools accumulated average/
Twice as hazardous as apples filled with razors dipped in acid, I can't wait to tell these f**ers I'm a n***a with my masters/
[Hook]