(Wesh Rudynovski)
Ayy, you doin' all this extra shit, you stupid bitch
Ayy, I knew you way before this shit, you stupid bitch
Tried to show you, but you spinned me, you lil' stupid bitch
And now you see I'm lit, you're tryna do a dick
Boss up on a ho, get rich like Ludacris
NC4 been working smart, not harder, you lil' stupid bitch
You know I fucked your friend, you fucked my dawg, we both ain't new to this
Don't know why you pressed cap like you stressing, I be cooling it (Cap)
You fucking with a mob boss
She couldn't prove she loyal, so I left her on the sidewalk
Made her sign a NDA, told Booka drop a dime off
She done swallowed all my kids, ayy, drink it like they reposado
Ain't thinking she gon' get paid, but bitch can't read my mind though
You can't get these pesos (Nope)
Bitch, that was the last time, I can't pay where you lay, ho
Be with you for life, shit, I really drank some Karo (Swear)
Plus I got a bitch that's a nurse, I'm okay, ho
You don't care, I don't care, my feelings ain't hurt, bitch
Bitch, I got on white ones, Fendi on my shirt, bitch
I mash the gas too hard and watch that straight Jeep jerk, bitch
Hate it when I'm nice to one of these hoes, they on that jerk shit
Yeah, bitch, you cool, but you ain't better then a Perc, bitch
You ain't better than the plug droppin' off the work, bitch
Bitch, you ain't even better than a eight of Wock'
Catch you with that ****, I might just up the pipe and spray the car
Bitch, you supposed to be my bitch, I cheated but you broke us up
Bitch, you ain't leave when I was down, left when I was up
That's 'bout the realest shit you did, but I don't give no fuck
Bitch, all that shit you made me give, but I can't give no more
I don't give no fuck, you still got feelings, I can't feel no more
I don't even like lookin' at you, bitch, I don't want no kids no more
You broke my heart, you stank bitch, I don't wanna kiss no more
Say what you want about me, bitch, I don't even care no more
(Fuck that bitch, stupid ass)
Bitch, you hurt my feelings, uh
I ain't even have no ways of dealing with it
I talked to another ****, he got both of our feelings mixed
The other day I slipped and almost called you one of my other bitches
Bitch, you ain't even better than a eight of Wock'
Catch you with that ****, I might just up the pipe and spray the car
Bitch, you supposed to be my bitch, I cheated but you broke us up
Bitch, you ain't leave when I was down, left when I was up
That's 'bout the realest shit you did, but I don't give no fuck
Bitch, all that shit you made me give, but I can't give no more
I don't give no fuck, you still got feelings, I can't feel no more
I don't even like lookin' at you, bitch, I don't want no kids no more
You broke my heart, you stank bitch, I don't wanna kiss no more
Say what you want about me, bitch, I don't even care no more
(Fuck that bitch, stupid ass)
Bitch, you hurt my feelings, uh
I ain't even have no ways of dealing with it
Talked to another ****, he got both of our feelings mixed
The other day I slipped and almost called you one of my other bitches
(Wesh Rudynovski)

Writer(s): Justin Bell & Sergio Kitchens.