Merdeka.com - (Turn me up, YC)

GloRilla, woo

On the gang, hey

(SkyDiddy)

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 nigg*, he ain't sh*t

Boy ain't good for nothin' but d*ck

Flodgin' like you with yo' nigg*s

p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch (What?)

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?

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?), damn, I need space 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)

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 nigg*, he ain't sh*t

Boy ain't good for nothin' but d*ck

Flodgin' like you with yo' nigg*s

p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch

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 nigg* off for good to show him that I'm on that

And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On the gang)

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 nigg*, he ain't sh*t

Boy ain't good for nothin' but d*ck

Flodgin' like you with yo' nigg*s

p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch

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 nigg*, he ain't sh*t

Boy ain't good for nothin' but d*ck

Flodgin' like you with yo' nigg*s

p*ssy boy, you with that b*tch