Mark Ass Bitch

[Intro]
Yeah
Look
Uh
[Chorus]
You a mark ass bitch, I can see that
Talk big, fall back when the heat clap
Whole team real ones, you don’t be that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax
You a mark ass bitch, we don’t need that
Flex online, in the flesh you a weak act
Whole block know you sweet, they repeat that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax (yeah)
[Verse 1]
All that talk in your captions, they laugh at you
Seen you live, heart dropped when I passed at you
Type to fold when it’s real, start askin’ to
“Please chill, we was playin’” — that’s the past of you
I remember you was beggin’ for a name, boy
Now you lyin’ like you built your own lane, boy
You the type to point fingers, place blame, boy
Then go hide behind a tougher friend’s chain, boy (lame boy)
[Chorus]
You a mark ass bitch, I can see that
Talk big, fall back when the heat clap
Whole team real ones, you don’t be that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax
You a mark ass bitch, we don’t need that
Flex online, in the flesh you a weak act
Whole block know you sweet, they repeat that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax (better relax)
[Verse 2]
You was never in the field, you just film it
Post once, act tough for the image
Run home, edit clips, add a filter
Whole life cropped up for the gimmick
We was really in the rain, clothes stickin’
You was somewhere dry, fingers twitchin’
Tryna text, tryna claim you was with us
Then you “busy” when it’s time for the friction (where you at?)
I don’t argue with a fraud in a fit
I just point, let ’em see what it is
Whole crowd look around, then it hits
They like “damn, he a mark ass bitch” (facts)
[Chorus]
You a mark ass bitch, I can see that
Talk big, fall back when the heat clap
Whole team real ones, you don’t be that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax
You a mark ass bitch, we don’t need that
Flex online, in the flesh you a weak act
Whole block know you sweet, they repeat that
You a mark ass bitch, better relax (yeah)

rap, Early-2000s trunk-rattling trap, male vocals. Crunchy pitched snare and sub-heavy kick, eerie bell lead, and a looping string stab. Verses are tight, taunting, and swagger-heavy; hook is simple, shouted, and hypnotic with stacked gang vocals. Occasional tape stop drops and filtered intros to each hook to slam back in harder.