(Turn me up YC)
 
 GloRilla, woo
 
 On the gang, hey
 
 (SkyDiddy)
 
  
  Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
 
 I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
 
 Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
 
 It is what it is, I'm on what you on
 
 Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
 
 Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
 
 Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
 
 Pussy boy, you with that bitch (what?)
  
 
 Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fuckin'
 
 Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'
 
 Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now, huh? Dumb ass
 
 I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face
 
 What the fuck funny? Didn't I say change the subject?
  
 
 Let me know right now (what?), if there ain't no future us (why?)
 
 'Cause, one, too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (shh)
 
 She like: Ew, you do too much (so?)
 
 I replied: You don't do enough (ho)
 
 Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and fuck (uh)
 
 Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
 
 Tyrna see me every weekend (why?), damn, I need space to miss you
 
 Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you
 
 When I call myself tryna do shit right, here go another issue (man)
  
 
 Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
 
 I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
 
 Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
 
 It is what it is, I'm on what you on
 
 Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
 
 Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
 
 Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
 
 Pussy boy, you with that bitch
  
 
 All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me fucked up
 
 Yo' mama ain't got no daughters, boy you ain't them bitches brothers (the fuck?)
 
 Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you fucked her (Hm)
 
 Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherfucker (hate yo' ass)
 
 With my man today (hm), back outside tomorrow (yeah)
 
 I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
 
 I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars
 
 He won't find shit in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card
 
 Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (huh?)
 
 I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that (can't know that)
 
 Cut that nigga off for good to show him that I'm on that
 
 And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (on gang)
  
 
 Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
 
 I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
 
 Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
 
 It is what it is, I'm on what you on
 
 Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
 
 Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
 
 Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
 
 Pussy boy, you with that bitch
 
 Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
 
 I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
 
 Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
 
 It is what it is, I'm on what you on
 
 Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
 
 Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
 
 Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
 
 Pussy boy, you with that bitch