[Chorus]

Bitch, I got a new phone (New phone)

Pull out that new Glock and that bitch two-tone (Brrat!)

She ain't never leaving, I can't do wrong (I can't do wrong)

My ex bitch keep on crying, told her, "Move on" (Told her move on)

You just hit a lick, but, my boys taking a big fraction (Uh huh)

Never ducking smoke, lil nigga, we about that action (Uh huh)

Put that bitch in sport mode, now, that bitch really got traction (Skrt)

Adding up the money, nigga, never do subtraction (Ffffhh)

[Verse]

Sorry girl, you too late, I'm fucking on your bitch and then her roommate

You niggas sipping Wock', I'm drinking Kool Aid

And you bitches always tripping, tie your shoelace (Shoelace)

You know I keep that Glock still (That Glock)

You stupid ass lil niggas sipping Wock', still (Eugh)

Your bitch give me top still (Uh huh)

I don't clean up no school, but, got a mop, still (Brrat!)

Nigga talk too much, so, I'ma bust him in his head and shit (Grrah!)

Think he Playboi Carti, he gon' see 'Whole Lotta Red' and shit (Uh huh)

Playing on 2K, while, my bitch counting all my bread and shit (Uh huh)

Then, right after that, she come play with my lil dreads and shit (Uh huh)

I be rocking Gucci and the Louis and the Prada now (Prada now)

Feeling like Darth Vader 'cause, lil boy, I am your father, now (I am your father, now)

Thought you was a baller, I see you begging for dollars, now (Uh huh)

Used to be a hothead, ice up on my collar, now (Ah uh)

Lil nigga, I been working (I been working)

And come and get your bitch, she back to twerking (Back to twerking)

I be in Tokyo 'cause I love swerving (I love swerving)

And I light me up a blunt, that shit be burning

Spent two racks on a pillow just for nothing (Just for nothing)

Put VV's on my neck and I feel like something (Like something)

He say he with them steppers, boy, you bluffing (Boy, you bluffing)

And I know he ain't on shit, he stuffed like muffins (Stuffed like muffins)