[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I've been on my grind, yeah
Yeah, I've been on my shit, uhh
Ex-girlfriend on my line
Please get the fuck off my dick, ho
How you get my new number?
Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)
Way too many mutual friends

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uhh, you know him and I know her
But they don't really know us for what it's worth
But okay, umm, maybe a little bit
Yeah, we going once you really been on little shit
Uhh, I move around the city for little flips
Thinking I'ma dog and you done been a little bitch
Well, if the shoe fits you Cinderella
Cause what's in my head, I'm a different breed
I speed it up
You a magazine with some issues, uhh
Blow the whiste, it's official, uhh
Yeah, you fat as hell
For Bruce Lee we can do it without the smell
These hoes need they daddies
The abscence of ass-whippers is facts
Not about who's playing baddies, yeah
I claim to center my beeswax
If he was here you probably wouldn't call me that
Let's break up
Ran out of love today
Somebody need a hug today, oh, oh
Praying that you love me but we got to fix it the ugly way, oh, oh
Everytime you hear my name you got that DJ Mustard face
[Interlude]
Hahaha
I don't even know what that mean but whatever

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I know you don't mean nothing
But go teef cause you be fronting
This shit got to mean something
I talked to like three cousins
In French they said 'We buggin'
I think it don't mean nothing
I don't know
We cool on the ex-game

[Chorus]
Yeah, I've been on my grind, yeah
Yeah, I've been on my shit, uhh
Ex-girlfriend on my line
Please get the fuck off my dick, ho
How you get my new number?
Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)
Way too many mutual friends
Yeah, I've been on my grind, yeah
Yeah, I've been on my shit, uhh
Ex-girlfriend on my line
Please get the fuck off my dick, ho
How you get my new number?
Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)
Way too many mutual friends
[Verse 2]
Uhh
Now I got to call ahead to make sure yo ass ain't goin' (Sure, she ain't pulling up right now)
And if your ass is there I'ma hit a U-turn and the homies know it (That's what's up)
Sorry, I cashed the next gig back
You can't forget that
When love is lost, don't nobody want to sit back
Just take your shit back
Forget the mishaps
Tell your ex he can have his shit back
I'm super Gucci
I promise no more future
I'm just being honest
You look crushed up, I can see it
My wallet, I don't really need it
You can beat it, Mike Jack, uhh
Heart thief, she might jack, uhh
I'ma need that right back, yeah
I know she won't like that
Then she gon' try to make up
At the tone, please record your voice message
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[Outro: Troyman's Ex]
Uhh, dear Mr. I'm too busy to call my girl back, like what the fuck?
Is there a reason why you not picking up my phone calls?
And don't act like you fucking busy cause I just saw you on Panda's IG
Keep fucking around, your ass is gonna get left
Ugh, call me back