[Chorus]

Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit

Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going

Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke

And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning

Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids

Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat

Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me

She was running through them bands, nigga, every week

Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming

But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred

If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts

'Causе you already know these bitchеs don't know how to act

[Verse 1]

I done really seen it all, for real, nigga

Every bitch a nigga fuck, I had to deal with her

'Cause I was laying that pipe

If the bitch ain't crazy, you ain't fucking her right

When it come to square shit, I'm [?]

I need a go getter, baby, don't need a lier

She told her man she going home, and she tired

The truth is, she coming to the crib and getting higher

She's [?] getting dicked down

I pop a perc in that pussy, going six rounds

Yeah she like that one thing, with a thumb in it

Man, that pussy so tight, I to cum in it

Now I got post nut clairity

Let her grab a Plan B, baby, I ain't no chairity

Sware I hate a bitch that take it to the Instagram

[?] bitch head spinning like a ceiling fan

Bitch, you better fall in line, or we falling out

She wanna talk it out, there ain't nothing to talk about

Always blowing up my phone, while I'm popping out

Ain't no other option for a nigga, [?] walk it out

That's why I'm getting gone, yeah, I'm out of here

This a double cup of lean, baby, not a beer

If you ain't getting gwop, kick rocks with no socks

I took her to the blade, then I dropped the whole opp

[Chorus]

Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit

Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going

Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke

And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning

Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids

Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat

Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me

She was running through them bands, nigga, every week

Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming

But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred

If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts

'Cause you already know these bitches don't know how to act

[Verse 2]

When that bitch too plastic

I move right past it

Ain't look backwards

Did [?]

I'm in [?] dipping

I pull up on that bitch, and I demanded a ten strip

You want some attention? But you want some dollars

Yeah it's pimpin and some hoing, [?]

Why you cuffing on that bitch? [?] problems

You want a stomp down, bitch? [?]

[?] a nigga like me

I ain't looking for no loving, girl, I just want a fee

If you ain't digging what I'm saying, baby girl, you could leave

It's by choice, not forse, but I got what you need