[Verse] Yo, swipe left on the fakes, it’s a digital zoo, Catfish flexin' pics, but the truth shines through. Got filters thicker than a Hollywood script, Say they ballin’ in the bio, but their couch got rips. Gold diggers schemin’, cash app dreamin’, Actin’ like queens but their throne’s still leanin’. Ghosters disappearin’ like a Snapchat streak, All smooth talkin' ‘til they hit delete. Breadcrumb droppers tossin' crumbs like bait, Keepin' hope on the line but they show up late. Love bomb squad with the "baby, you're my world!" But the charm fades fast when the truth gets hurled. Scammers cryin' broke but rockin’ designer, Beggin’ for money with a script like a minor. Profile pics lyin’, filters maxed out, Meet up in person—man, what’s that about? Trophy hunters flexin', showin' off arm candy, But their convo’s dry and their vibe ain’t dandy. Validation seekers post thirst traps nightly, But ghost when you ask, “Hey, can we talk lightly?” Fake flex, fake checks, fake vibes online, Got receipts in my DMs, man, I see every sign. Keyboard Casanovas droppin’ cheesy lines, Copy-paste romance, man, you wastin' my time. Gaslighters twistin’ words, playin’ head games, Turnin' love into war, but I’m outta your flames. Soft boys actin’ woke but they still run scams, Droppin’ sad boy quotes just to slide in DMs. Sugar babies poutin', stackin' daddy cash, But their story falls apart when they lose the stash. Flexers rentin’ Lambos, fakin' that gold, But real wealth don’t fold when the lies get old. Clout chasers chasin’ likes, buildin’ fake hype, But the vibe's all wrong when you meet 'em in sight. Players with six phones, switchin’ fake zones, But they fumble the bag when they drop the wrong tones. Serial daters stackin’ matches like chips, But they bluff when it’s time to commit to the script. So here’s a lesson for the fakes and frauds, The ghosters, scammers, and love bomb squads. If your game ain't tight and your truth ain’t clear, Don’t step in my lane, man, just disappear. Swipe real, stay true, leave the gimmicks alone, Or end up roasted in this verse I’ve thrown. Online streets ain’t safe when the mask comes off, So stop the cap—man, I’ve seen enough!
