[Intro]

(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

[Chorus]

I got PTSD from my ex nigga

Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga

You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga

Finna spend it on me?

Well, get dressed nigga

Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch

Flooded AP on my wrist

He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick"

Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick

Ain't no more free pussy, it costs

If you fuckin' for free then you lost

Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust

Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss

I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga

Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas

I ball in the league like a Laker, nigga

Know it hurt

Go to church, I can't save a nigga

[Verse 1]

He tell me I'm so full of shit

Yeah, yeah

Boy, you know I'm that bitch

I run in his pockets, get ate, thеn I dip

Nigga book me a flight, tryna take a lil trip

He lovin' thе Chant, he get lost in the drip

So many blue hunnits, they think I'm a Crip

Yo, dead dawg, move

I don't fuck wit no Brip

No sir, [?]

Only right that I trip

[Bridge]

Baby

If you want my time, gotta pay me

New Off-White so I'm feelin' real wavy

Want a text back?

I want a Mercedes

I'm a player, boy

Don't try to play me

He say he love me

Oh, that's crazy

Need a baller like Tracy McGrady

Send me a deposit, we gravy

Give a nigga the blues like I'm navy

[Chorus]

PTSD from my ex nigga

Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga

You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga

Finna spend it on me?

Well, get dressed nigga

Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch

Flooded AP on my wrist

He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick"

Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick

Ain't no more free pussy, it costs

If you fuckin' for free then you lost

Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust

Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss

I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga

Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas

I ball in the league like a laker, nigga

Know it hurt

Go to church, I can't save a nigga

Nope

[Verse 2]

Ruthless

At least I'm not like you, stupid

Figure it out, what you mean you can't do it?

That lil shit you gave me?

I blew through it

Yeah, I need me a new car, new house, new ass

Prolly some new cash

Is you tryna trick off, no raw sex filth

I pop me a few tags

Ain't spending no money?

Well, bye

Need yo paycheck to ride on this ride

Know whats up, nigga

Don't be surprised

I'mma player, don' want be yo bride

Aye, pimpin' ain't dead

These hoes just scared

Ain't postin' no nigga, these hoes too fed

I don't want no love, no

I just want the bread

Keep yo clothes on 'cuz I just wan't the head, ooh

[Outro]

See, niggas always hollerin' about "link"

Boy, link your account to mine

Fuck is you talkin' bout, pfft

The fuck?

Is you tryna trick or what?

On God

Big Chant