เนื้อเพลง Fabric - Cupcakke

B*tch, you don't know me, so shut the f*ck up
Can't walk like Naomi 'cause I got it talkin'
Right on my waist, and it's heavy as f*ck
Leave a b*tch under like Harriet Tub'
I got a whole body, now the block hot
You got a half a body like a crop top
If it's in my hair then it's top notch
N*ggas wanna cock-block
N*ggas straight squares like hopscotch
Yeah, it's too late
I'm pulling up straight to the gate
This where you call on fake
There's only one way to deal with the hate
Make a n*gga disappear like the period late
Okay, please don't call me 'sus'
Cat fight 'cause you pus'
B*tch, go dash
No, n*gga, I don't cook
Never wearin' aprons, only do high fashion looks
So damn sassy
Airport, please don't pack me
'For you get popped like acne
Yo friends tacky
Say they got your back when you at me
But you look back in they backseats
Only buyin' skittles
'Cause your money so damn little
Whip it with the hair, no Willow
N*ggas so fake, oh
Don't tell me about Kittle
I don't play Malcolm in the Middle

Ah, ah, Fabric, fabric, n*gga you really are made too average
Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, n*gga you really are made too average
Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can't have it
I am a whole 'nother fabric
B*tch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage

Now lemme see where the Porsche at (skrrt!)
Get ya sh*t snatched like a corset (gimme that!)
Need new bundles, where the horse at? (where it's at)
I'm always in front, like a doormat
Comin' in the game, I ain't ever been a lame
Boy, you in the same lane, I ain't far past
No candy cane, but no, we can't hang
Look, b*tch gettin' scalped like barrettes (barrettes)
Police see I'm a hard ass (hard ass)
Shoot a n*gga right where his heart at (heart at)
Took a b*tch spot, now she don't know where to park at
Want my advice, just car crash (skrrt!)
Ain't no time to play, I got a flight to L.A
But first, let me slide up to the bank
You know the money big when the bank tell us say
I wish I can, but I can't! (they dumbass)
No, I can't give you that much
Three to five days is a must
But I walked out the b*tch, same day, with 100k
'Course that n*gga had a crush
So I'm in her phone
Look at this p*ssy, it's gold
So you get bread, that's mold (ah, ah)
Pull up to my shows
Please, don't wear no clothes (ah, ah)
No Amber Rose, I'm twenty-one and savage, she cold (ah, ah)
Got so many flows, Progresso should hire a hoe (ah, ah)

Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, n*gga you really are made too average
Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, n*gga you really are made too average
Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can't have it
I am a whole 'nother fabric
B*tch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage