[Intro]
Scrollin, scrollin
Laughin to myself
You talkin real loud
With collection on your shelf, uh
[Verse 1]
I’m not beefin in the comments
I’m screenshottin, then I log out
You type novels from the backseat
Of a car they had to call and tow out
Why I raise my pressure
For a random page with a payment plan
You still text “can you spot me?”
But online you some money man
Talk spicy through a cracked screen
Bill due, that’s the real smoke
You sub-tweetin like a queenpin
But that Wi‑Fi hangin on hope
You in threads, I’m in threads too
Mine stitched from real checks
You in threads like “girl, say less”
’Cause you duckin all them debts
[Chorus]
Do they run credit checks in these comments? (huh?)
Before you come for me, pull your balance (yeah)
Imagine me mad at a profile pic
When you still owe the phone store two bricks
Do they run credit checks in these comments? (checks)
I need a score before I hear your logic (facts)
Why would I argue with a late-fee flex?
Talk to me nice or talk to Experian next
[Verse 2]
Talkin ’bout “broke energy”
From a room with the mattress on the floor
Whole fight in my DMs
But the fridge lookin like a tiny store
You got smoke for my hairstyle
But can’t clear a simple line charge
Couldn’t pay a past due thirty
But online you livin large
Keyboard killer with a prepaid
Yellin “big stepper,” that’s a trip
Only time you pressin digits
When you beggin for an extension on the bill slip
Got time for a thread? could’ve clocked in
Application sittin in drafts
You comment like a CEO
But your bank app mostly graphs
[Chorus]
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