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[chorus: moneybagg yo & glorilla]
f*ck my ho, f*ck that b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout none of this sh*t
leave me alone, don’t text my phone
it is what it is, i’m on what you on
f*ck my n*gga, he ain’t sh*t
boy ain’t good for nothin’ but d*ck
flodgin’ like you with yo’ n*ggas
p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch (what?)

[bridge: moneybagg yo & glorilla]
askin’ me ’bout b*tches in the city that she think i’m f*ckin’
look dead in her eyes before i lie, i’d rather tell her nothin’
oh, so you ain’t got sh*t to say now, huh? dumb ass
i rather tell her nothin’, smirkin’ in her face
what the f*ck funny? didn’t i say change the subject?
[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
let me know right now (what?), if it 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 f*ck (uh)
walkin’ straight up out the house, you say i never hug and kiss you
tryna see me every weekend (why?), d*mn, i need sp*ce to miss you
know i love you, bae, our problems go away when my d*ck in you
when i call myself tryna do sh*t right, here go another issue (man)

[chorus: moneybagg yo & glorilla]
f*ck my ho, f*ck that b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout none of this sh*t
leave me alone, don’t text my phone
it is what it is, i’m on what you on
f*ck my n*gga, he ain’t sh*t
boy ain’t good for nothin’ but d*ck
flodgin’ like you with yo’ n*ggas
p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch

[verse 2: glorilla]
all that tellin’ folks i’m crazy, tell ’em how you got me f*cked up
yo’ mom ain’t got no daughters, boy, you ain’t them b*tches brothers (what the f*ck?)
then you told me you that knew the b*tch, but you ain’t say you f*cked her (hmm)
ol’ cheatin’ ass, toxic ass, good d*ck motherf*cker (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 sh*t in my phone but them lil’ pictures of his card
constantly bringin’ up my ex and sh*t, he must want me to go back (huh?)
i could really pop my sh*t for real, but i don’t think he know that (can’t know that)
cut that n*gga off for good to show him that i’m on that
and he’ll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back

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