Stuck In Her Own Act

Verse

I’m playin’ with the homies, she complainin’ in the chat,

Sayin’ every time I pull up, she don’t like me from the back.

Talkin’ loud when she’s alone but she quiet when we clash,

Actin’ like she’s fire but she never brings the flash.

Verse

She’s typin’ like a legend but her energy is flat,

Tryna act mysterious but everyone sees past that.

Always runnin’ to her friends like she need a rescue plan,

Sayin’ I’m “too much to handle” — babe, I know exactly who I am.

Verse

Every time she opens up her mouth, the room goes off‑track,

Tryna flex a little attitude but always walkin’ it back.

She keeps reachin’ for a moment but she never gets the knack —

I’m playin’ with the homies, she’s just stuck in her own act.