[Intro]
(Have you ever been to London?)
Ayy, yeah (Squat made the beat)
Don't you, don't you hate a ol'
Ayy, ol' save a ho
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, n***a, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass n***a, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass n***a, ol' peewee ass n***a
Ayy, what type of n***a wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of n***a tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Ninety-five percent of these n***as fake rich
The other fivе percent of thesе n***as all bitch
Like Too $hort said, "Bitches ain't shit"
Ooh, fifty n***as in the section, pushin' hoes down
Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (Yeah)
Know you pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down
Store runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (Yeah)
What type of n***a spend the night with his boys?
You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys
Same type of n***a bookin' flights with his boys
In the club takin' pictures, makin' bad bitch noise
[Chorus]
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, n***a, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass n***a, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass n***a, ol' peewee ass n***a
Ayy, what type of n***a wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of n***a tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick

[Verse 2]
How you online claimin' bodies all your n***as gettin' touched?
Whole gang outside, still got your chain took
Steady snitchin' on the 'Gram, mad the feds picked you up
At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone
How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones?
Tryna figure out why you flexin' riding in that loan
Your hairline ain't even long, n***a, keep your hat on (Yeah)
What type of n***a beg a rapper for a pic?
In a section full of bitches but ain't tryna fuck shit
You too excited for these n***as, even got the same fit
Buyin' watches for your boys but you say you ain't a trick

[Chorus]
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, n***a, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass n***a, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass n***a, ol' peewee ass n***a
Ayy, what type of n***a wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of n***a tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick, ayy
[Outro]
What type of n***a wear his homeboy shit?
In his, in baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
What, what, what type of n***a tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick