[Intro: GloRilla]
(Turn me up, YC)
GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my n***a, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' n***as
Pussy boy, you with that bitch (What?)

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fuckin'
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now, huh? Dumb ass
I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face
What the fuck funny? Didn't I say change the subject?

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Let me know right now (What?), if it ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and fuck (Uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tryna see me every weekend (Why?), damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you
When I call myself tryna do shit right, here go another issue (Man)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my n***a, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' n***as
Pussy boy, you with that bitch

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me fucked up
Yo' mom ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't them bitches' brother (What the fuck?)
Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you fucked her (Hmm)
Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherfucker (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars
He won't find shit in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that (Can't know that)
Cut that n***a off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On the gang)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my n***a, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' n***as
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my n***a, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' n***as
Pussy boy, you with that bitch