Moneybagg Yo - Blog Lyrics

I thought you was smart, ho (I thought you was smart, ho)
Why you ain't play your part, ho? (Why you ain't play your part)
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog, ho
I thought you was street, my nigga
I thought you was killer (I thought you were gangsta)
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey (why you type that shit on Twitter)
(Huh?) I'm gettin' real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no façade (no, he's not a figure)
How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog (that's a good question)
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost, ho (found out you was twelve)
How you gon' go against the grain', I can't fuck with you at all, ho (I can't fuck with you at all)

I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me (pussy)
I'm hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah (fuck that nigga)
Fuck his tied ass, fuck (fuck) that nigga, he ain't shit (he ain't)
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I'm a real nigga, I don't pillow talk 'bout niggas
He heard rumors 'bout her fuckin' on that, he said he gon' kill her
I heard rumors he gon' spazz out if he ever see me with her (so, what?)
This no rumor, come the right way 'cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon' make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business (why you do that?)
How you gon' try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn't no witness (I know it was you)
How you gon' say you my dog
But you fuckin' off with the enemy (you open her)
How you gon' say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies (pussy)

I thought you was smart, ho (I thought you was smart, ho)
Why you ain't play your part, ho? (Why you ain't play your part)
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog, ho
I thought you was street, my nigga
I thought you was killer (I thought you were gangsta)
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey (why you type that shit on Twitter)
(Huh?) I'm gettin' real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no façade (no, he's not a figure)
How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog (that's a good question)
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost, ho (found out you was twelve)
How you gon' go against the grain', I can't fuck with you at all, ho (I can't fuck with you at all)

How you gon' say you don't care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch (bitch)
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch (like my last ho)
How you gon' say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up (yeah, you bitched up)
But on the net talkin' tough
Gon' let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I (never)
Niggas talkin' crazy, I don't let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why (I dunno)
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz? (Should I?)
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin'? If we don't catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a Xan (pop)
I thought she was smart, she couldn't play her part
I had to pay her some
Bitch, you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon' put a new ass on you

I thought you was smart, ho (I thought you was smart, ho)
Why you ain't play your part, ho? (Why you ain't play your part)
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog, ho (you put that shit on)
I thought you was street, my nigga
I thought you was killer (I thought you were gangsta)
You say you gon' shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter (why you type that shit on Twitter)
(Huh?) I'm gettin' real money, no it's not a secret, no it's no façade (no, he's not a figure)
How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog (that's a good question)
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost, ho (found out you was twelve)
How you gon' go against the grain', I can't fuck with you at all, ho
(I can't fuck with you at all, ho)