JOSHUA DUDLEY

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Snagged me a straight boy, now he riding my wave
Then a thirsty-ass bitch hit his phone acting brave
I don’t throw hands, I just post what you gave
Every message you sent, I got copies I save
Moving real quiet but the signals don’t hide
Little shifts in the tone every time you reply
Nothing ever direct but the meaning don’t lie
I don’t say a word, I just watch it go live

Group chat lighting up, now your image get checked
All that clean girl branding losing hold on respect
I don’t argue, I post and the timeline connect
Now your actions and claims in direct conflict reflect
Tried flirting with him, now your timeline’s a roast
Every lie getting dragged, every mask getting toast
I don’t need to say shit, I just let it get posted
Now your whole little act getting clowned coast to coast

[Chorus]
Social assassin, I fuck up your rep
Receipts in my pocket, I’m pressing send, bet
You flirt with my man, now your secrets get set
I don’t touch you, bitch, I leave you publicly wrecked
Social assassin, your image I slash
No fists, just posts that turn clout into ash
You wanted my man, now you losing your class
I’m ending your storyline quick, no rehash

You slid “you up?” like that shit would land
I slid in your past, now I’m reading the plan
Found old clips begging brands for a chance
Now the comments all switching, tearing down what you stand
Pulled your finsta thirst traps from your old little phase
Now your boss side-eyeing like “we paying this wage?”
You was doing the most just to farm you some views
Now your ex got a thread laying out all your moves
I don’t break laws, I just show what is true
Every timestamp lining up clear in the view
That “girls’ girl” bullshit you post is a joke
Got your texts contradicting every lie that you spoke
Filtered-ass photos, angles bending the frame
Got the raw version posted so the difference get named
Friends in my inbox like “this shit insane”
Yeah bitch, every detail documented and saved

[Chorus]
Social assassin, I fuck up your rep
Receipts in my pocket, I’m pressing send, bet
You flirt with my man, now your secrets get set
I don’t touch you, bitch, I leave you publicly wrecked
Social assassin, your image I slash
No fists, just posts that turn clout into ash
You wanted my man, now you losing your class
I’m ending your storyline quick, no rehash

You preach love and light, then you snapping right back
Got the Yelp rage Receipts, now your halo get cracked
Book club nights just gossip, that fake little act
Now your RSVP list reading “don’t hit me back”
Said you don’t chase men but your actions don’t match
Now the clips stitched together, ain’t no hiding that fact
Playlist for my dude, yeah I clocked every track
Now your captions get dissected, every meaning get stacked
I don’t raise a hand, I just post and attack
Turn a small little moment to a full viral clapback
J Duds in the mix, now the feed going black
Try my man again, I dismantle your act
Every crumb that you dropped, I assemble it back
Petty fucking genius, yeah I map every track
No violence, just volume, let the truth counterattack
Social assassin, bitch, I finish like that

[Chorus]
Social assassin, I fuck up your rep
Receipts in my pocket, I’m pressing send, bet
You flirt with my man, now your secrets get set
I don’t touch you, bitch, I leave you publicly wrecked
Social assassin, your image I slash
No fists, just posts that turn clout into ash
You wanted my man, now you losing your class
I’m ending your storyline quick, no rehash