(Hook)
Your bitch is a THOT and she stay giving me Becky
Once I put my dick inside, she contract Epilepsy
She think she a dime, but that bitch really a penny
She’ll do for the night, I ain’t tryna plan no wedding

Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That we fucking on the low. (On the low)
Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That you stay hitting my phone. (My phone)

No, Whoa, Oh No. (No, No, No, No)
He ain’t gotta know. (No)
He ain’t gotta know

(Verse 1)
This hoe hit me up
Said her and her friend tryna fuck
This bitch like a six, so I asked her who her friend was
Sent that hoe snap, of some unreleased music
She said: “Oh my God, When they hell we bout to do this?"

Only tryna fuck this bitch if I can get a threeway
Her reply to me was a snapchat of the coochie
Told her she should bring her bitch and meet my ass at my place
One can ride my pole, while the other ride on my face
This bitch came alone, so I kicked her out the doorway
I ain’t even gotta wait until the fucking morning
Sun coming up, I’m going hard. (Hard)
Bitch, you know that I am Tha God

(Bridge)
Oh
Once I nut, I came to my senses. (My senses)
Cause, this hoe got my ass on false pretenses

(Hook)
Your bitch is a THOT and she stay giving me Becky
Once I put my dick inside, she contract Epilepsy
She think she a dime, but that bitch really a penny
She’ll do for the night, I ain’t tryna plan no wedding

Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That we fucking on the low. (On the low)
Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That you stay hitting my phone. (My phone)

No, Whoa, Oh No. (No, No, No, No)
He ain’t gotta know. (No)
He ain’t gotta know

(Verse 2)
That hoe did me dirty, when she fucked me with her blonde weave
Sexy dark-skinned, both arms tatted with a half sleeve
She ain’t even Spanish, but she kept on screaming “Papi.”
That bitch tryna kick it, but bitch I don’t know karate
This hoe want some Gucci, when she only worth some Tommy
Once I kicked her out my crib, I couldn’t find my wallet
Hit another bitch up, cause I ain’t taking no losses
My bitch hit that trick up and it ain’t result in talking
Tried to tell ya, baby, that the boy got hella options
Them tricks is for kids. I’m done fuckin with them bop bitches
Your sex life ain’t shit, unless you got a little God in it
On top of your hoe, now I’m bout top the charts lil bitch. (Biotch)
(Bridge)
Oh
Once I nut, I came to my senses. (My senses)
Cause, this hoe got my ass on false pretenses

(Hook)
Your bitch is a THOT and she stay giving me Becky
Once I put my dick inside, she contract Epilepsy
She think she a dime, but that bitch really a penny
She’ll do for the night, I ain’t tryna plan no wedding

Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That we fucking on the low. (On the low)
Your man ain’t gotta know. (He ain’t gotta know)
That you stay hitting my phone. (My phone)

No, Whoa, Oh No. (No, No, No, No)
He ain’t gotta know. (No)
He ain’t gotta know