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[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 b*tches, but when I text other n*ggas 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 b*tches, 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 f*ck with me? Why you don't believe nothing I say?"
Cuz you ain't legit, and you full of sh*t, and I am not tryna get played

[Verse 2: Omeretta the Great]
We ain't going back and forth with these n*ggas
Maybe if you act right, you'll get some act right
Out here with this b*tch, that b*tch and that b*tch, 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 sh*t
How you gon' play the coach that's like washing soap?
n*gga really tried me like a blonde b*tch
Really like a green ho, you was on my team though, looking for my heart sh*t missing like a Nemo
Kinda got a question for these n*ggas 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 and you still watch my page
Ion by n*ggas sh*t, 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 b*tch, to sh*t just basic
The money, the bag, only thing I'm chasing
And I know that n*gga 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 sh*t 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*gga 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*gga 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)