the//real ft. bree//mae

© 2026 NULL HAVEN // BREE MAE Lyrics | Arrangement | DAW Beat Upload [verse 1] ayy, ayy ayy,ayy ayy, I got a mouth wake up choosin’ a lawsuit Whole lotta bark, you know I could walk through Y'all aint threats just a hoe with a keyboard and mouse Talk tough online, see me out, see me out, see me out Fuck that! Stand on the shit that you typed Don't tuck your dick We throwin’ hands, wanna ruin your pride and fuck up your life Your girl keep likin’ my shit That's probably why you're so tight in the lips I wouldn't fuck her, but knowin’ I could Is enough to have you punching drywall and shit Ha! I'm an asshole, correct Tattoo that shit right on my neck Don't need people to like me, I want ‘em aware That I'm probably the reason they're checking they stats and losin’ they hair I got motherfuckers watching my shit gotta put em on payroll Hating so hard, going outta your way bro you're obsessed, motherfucker, it's clear [Chorus] Talk your shit, talk your shit, talk your shit loud You was real brave til I came around Talk your shit, talk your shit, don’t switch now Keep that same fuckin’ motor mouth when I come around Fuck me? Cool, get in line with the rest Name drop me with that hot ass breath Fuck me? Cool, say that shit with yo chest If I’m so fuckin trash, why you obsessed? If I’m so fuckin’ trash, why you so damn obsessed? [Verse 2] I got exes that hate me, that's fair, I was difficult Still got em checking my page like a ritual New man probably asking “why he still visible?” That's your girl, try to make yourself memorable Damn, son I ain't romantic, I'm horny and skeptical Heart with lock and dick with a schedule I know I'm a piece of shit... only sometimes I just don't hide behind goody good lines Y'all post inspiration then cheat your whole life No room to lecture me bout living right I got a bad, I got a bad little habit of laughing at threats y'all got a bad habit of cashin’ bad checks Live with your mom drownin’ in debt (debt) It’s okay you just haven't figured it out yet (hahaha) I'm vulgar as fuck I know who offended Y'all be pretending yall morals are endless You close every app then go beat off to women You'd publicly shame if you knew em in person That's why I don't trust all the righteous performances People get holy when cameras recording em When the room empty, standards be bendable We all filthy, I'm just more presentable I got shit in my head I won't put in my captions Thoughts that'll probably get bad reactions Miss me with that its a distraction I aint actin’, eat my dick I don't need PR to clean up shit If I said it, I meant it, unless I was drunk Then I probably meant half an embellished the rest I want moms mad I want exes pissed I want fake ass friends taking notes on this shit And if somebody asks if the song's about them Yeah... probably is. [Chorus] Talk your shit, talk your shit, talk your shit loud You was real brave til I came around Talk your shit, talk your shit, don’t switch now Keep that same fuckin’ motor mouth when I come around Fuck me? Cool, get in line with the rest Name drop me with that hot ass breath Fuck me? Cool, say that shit with yo chest If I’m so fuckin trash, why you obsessed? If I’m so fuckin’ trash, why you so damn obsessed? [outro] type, Forrest, type go ham on the keyboard zz, bitches is borin’ snuff a bitch clean, chlorine it’s crazy how badly hoes wanna be me, Ed Gein freak ass bitch, yeah i been who really gon’ check me? (check me) OCD, ain’t nobody touchin’ me wettest in every room i walk in bad and rude, yeah i got an attitude hoes look like Pennywise, still ain’t i-t ooo sis, if i were you... i’d sit this one out unless you need yo snaggletooth knocked out? hard pressed, can’t beat, no... they can’t be me gushin’, yall wanna play wit ma p-u-s-s-eee you sexually repressed bitch, im the bestest get yo shit checked, sis comin’ for necks, wrists (this a threat, bitch) mmm, i’m too pretty to fight yeah I got shooters, i talk how i wanna y’all spayed and neutered class is in session i am the tutor hoes built like tragedies, highkey shaped like miscarryin', scarin' me scared of me, scared of me talk my shit, y’all still aint gon' pop up i’m bitches mama...and they poppa (yeah i’m they poppa)