I do not chase thots in the night,
Though they glimmer bright in neon light.
I do not trust them on the ‘gram,
With a perfect pose and a shady scam.

I do not fall for the winks they send,
Their charm feels sweet, but it’s all pretend.
They’ll play their games, they’ll take their shot,
But I see through it—I do not with thots.

Not in a car, not at the bar,
Not with their smiles that shine like stars.
Not with a text, not with a call,
Not when they promise they’ll give it all.

They’ve got their ways, they’ve got their style,
A dangerous mix of grace and guile.
With lashes curled and lips so red,
They’ll spin your world, mess with your head.

Green nails, gold hoops, and a little black dress,
They work their looks, they bring their best.
But I’ve seen the tale, I’ve read the book,
I know what’s beneath that perfect look.

Do not be fooled by a casual glance,
Or lured into their fleeting dance.
They’ll charm you quick, they’ll pull you in,
But it’s all a game they’re set to win.

They’ll promise love, they’ll make it sweet,
But the price you pay is a bittersweet feat.
A flick of their hair, a twist of their hips,
And they’re gone before the truth can slip.

Still, I can’t hate the way they glow,
Their hustle strong, their vibe in flow.
They own the night, they run the game,
No shame in their life, no need to blame.

But I stand firm, I walk my path,
I dodge the traps, avoid the wrath.
Let them do them, and I’ll do me,
Both of us living, wild and free.

So here I say, with rhyme and thought,
I do not vibe, I do not with thots.
Not in a box, not on TikTok,
Not with a slide, not with a knock.

Respect the play, respect the grind,
But I’ll keep my heart and peace of mind.
No hate, no shame, they’ve got their plot,
But me? I’ll pass—I do not with thots.