[Verse 1: Killumantii]

How you get to run around single but I'm still supposed to act like yo girlfriend?

And why I gotta sit through the ho phase 'cause yeen ready to be a real boyfriend?

And how you get to text other bitches, but when I text other niggas I'm a ho?

Saying that it's only us talking but you got me looking stupid on the low

Fall asleep on the phone with other bitches, Instagram leaving heart eyes under all the ho pictures

So when I fall back he pick up and call back talm 'bout, "bae why you acting so different?

Why you stop texting me? Why you don't fuck with me? Why you don't believe nothing I say?"

Cuz you ain't legit, and you full of shit, and I am not tryna get played



[Verse 2: Omeretta the Great]

We ain't going back and forth with these niggas

Maybe if you act right, you'll get some act right

Out here with this bitch, that bitch and that bitch, but saying that you love me lil' homie that's a fat lie

Gon' simmer down I ain't tryna hear that nonsense, trying me like I'ma worker I'ma boss, like to run shit

How you gon' play the coach that's like washing soap?

Nigga really tried me like a blonde bitch

Really like a green ho, you was on my team though, looking for my heart shit missing like a Nemo

Kinda got a question for these niggas as a whole

How you gon' compare a young boss to a zero?

We know that you never been with a winner, or had to commit to a person so solid

Moral of the story if you wanna kick it with me, everything 100, everything 50/50 (Ah)



[Verse 3: Killumantii]

I been countin up hundreds, these hoes can't relate

Sis, I gave you that and you still watch my page

Ion by niggas shit, ion give out donations

His body count higher than my expectations

Gucci perfume, said he love my new fragrance

Diamonds on me, them hoes dance like temptations

You went from a bad bitch, to shit just basic

The money, the bag, only thing I'm chasing

And I know that nigga mad, he been hating all summer

Bragging to his boys, he been lying all summer

Saying he bagged me, this and that and the other

But in reality you ain't have shit but my number

(Go talk to yo hoes)

Well first of all your one of em, I'm never cuffin em, I just be duckin em, then later on watch me do it, I be dumpin em

Help me just bag lil nigga thats a good deal

Red bottom shoes 6 inches, them good heels

How you both broke, but you claim thats your man still?

But the whole damn relationship smell like goodwill

Look I ain't begging no nigga to act right for me

He say that he want me well we finna see, I do not care theres more fish in the sea

You gon regret puttin them lil bitty hoes before me (alrigh)