[Intro]
(I love you Noah)
(Uh-uh-uh, yeah lets go)
(Yeah lets go, Uh-Hmmmm-Hmmm-Uh-Hmmmm)
(Ha-Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
Your bitch all on my phone, she making me laugh
An ex bitch, turning up the future to the past
Can't talk right now cus' this (?) won't leave my ass
Every gun gotta leave us (?)
And this bitch on my phone, didn't text back, now she mad
Got bags, on bags, on bags, now im talking glad
And your boyfriend is a lame, yeah he is a fag'

[Verse]
Tryna pull me up at 8, then hopping (?)
And the SRT go vroom, yeah its too fast
Tryna run but the .762 gon' shoot like flash
Tryna run but the .762 gon' shoot like flash
Got a (?) bitch all on my phone, tryna (?)
I don't give a fuck, im tryna run my fucking bands up
Police pull me over they like: "Put your fucking hands up"
At my granny house, (?) pull your fucking pants up
Yeah lil bih' can dance, yeah, but she nun of them dancers
She don't fuck with (?), cus she know that im her man, yeah
She gon' take that chance, yeah, boyfriend you should can't know
Osama he can't go, change my name to ''Can't go''

[Chorus]
Your bitch all on my phone, she making me laugh
An ex bitch, turning up the future to the past
Can't talk right now cus' this (?) won't leave my ass
Every gun gotta leave us (?)
And this bitch on my phone, didn't text back, now she mad
Got bags, on bags, on bags, now im talking glad
And your boyfriend is a lame, yeah he is a fag'
And your boyfriend is a lame, yeah he is a fag'