Mark Ass Hoes

[Intro]
Yeah
Whole lotta talk online, huh
Same ones quiet in real life
Watch this
[Chorus]
Mark ass hoes
Talk big, then fold
Keyboard killers in they mama crib
Actin' like they cold
Mark ass hoes
Type tough, stay froze
All that bark on the timeline
Face to face, they pose
Mark ass hoes
Say my name, then choke
Every story got my face in it
They still goin' broke
Mark ass hoes
Play roles, wear clothes
That they bought for the photo
Then return at the store (wow)
[Verse 1]
You was hatin' in the group chat
Screenshots, yeah, I seen that
Same dude tryna dap me
At the party like we go way back
You a fan or an enemy?
Pick a side, keep the energy
You was beggin' for a feature
Now you sneak shade, that’s comedy
You be lyin' on the body count
Lyin' on the bank amount
Lyin' on your partner's name
Just to get a little clout
You a rumor with a pulse
You a caption, not a boss
You the type to throw a stone
Hide your hand, play it off (lame)
[Chorus]
Mark ass hoes
Talk big, then fold
Keyboard killers in they mama crib
Actin' like they cold
Mark ass hoes
Type tough, stay froze
All that bark on the timeline
Face to face, they pose
Mark ass hoes
Say my name, then choke
Every story got my face in it
They still goin' broke
Mark ass hoes
Play roles, wear clothes
That they bought for the photo
Then return at the store (uh)
[Verse 2]
You was speakin' on my pockets
But your phone still on prepaid
Borrow outfits, take pics
Tag brands like you gettin' paid
You be flexin' on the close friends
Same time beggin' rides from your close friends
Talk slick, then backpedal
"I'm just playin'" in the DMs
You a follower of followers
Copy paste personalities
Every move on a trend list
No identity, just parodies
Tryna beef for a soundbite
You a clip, not a highlight
Say it's smoke, I don't see haze
You a rumor in the bright light (boy)
[Chorus]
Mark ass hoes
Talk big, then fold
Keyboard killers in they mama crib
Actin' like they cold
Mark ass hoes
Type tough, stay froze
All that bark on the timeline
Face to face, they pose
Mark ass hoes
Say my name, then choke
Every story got my face in it
They still goin' broke
Mark ass hoes
Play roles, wear clothes
That they bought for the photo
Then return at the store (yeah)
[Outro]
Whole crew full of
Mark ass, mark ass hoes (uh)
Big talk, small soul
Everybody know
Mark ass, mark ass hoes (yeah)
Same script, same show
I just let it go (let it go)

rap, Early-2000s Southern club rap meets modern trap: thick sub-bass, stuttering hi-hats, crunchy clap on the 2 and 4. Male vocals with a cocky, conversational drawl; hook stacks chanting ad-libs. Verses stay sparse to spotlight the flow; chorus explodes with crowd-call responses and filtered synth brass hits.