[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 n***as 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 n***as
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?
N***a 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 n***as 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 n***a and you still watch my page
Ion buy n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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)