I never wanted your ass in the first place Last time a pussy nigga tried to race, he ain't even make third place Your girlfriend spoke at my birthday Said she honored that I let her learn me Five star, Michelin, I'm a general I make all the waiters take surveys Know that I did that Nigga, I bent your corner, I spint your bitch Five star, I'ma stunt in the big 'Bach I'll smash off on you, then flash my wrist I adventure with a thot like Sinbad Tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, bitch Nigga, your brother been dead for some months How the fuck you still ain't get no get? Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches Type nigga probably live with his sister Type nigga probably lie and be tender Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin' This shit feel like Attack of the Exes It get surgical, it get treacherous I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin' Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin' This shit feel like Attack of the Exes I need first whenever they turn besties Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real) Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint How you such a G, but still a gentleman? I got your lil' BM in a blender Put cognac, dollars, and Fitbit And give it as a lil' gift to my thick bitch I pull a plus-size supermodel, big back They be like, "Goddamn, Femto ripped that" I paid fifteen thousand to sit back Yeah, that new GT like Goten Y'all pussy niggas never had no set No money, no motion, no progress (Pathetic) She ready for this life of luxury Livin' like Bugsy, nigga, I thug 'em Ho, I don't talk much and I don't cuddle Unless I trust you, got all these hoes confuzzled Probably was thinkin' I loved you I got the ho obsessed off the muscle I got cake on fistfights only This shit look like Kung Fu Hustle Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches Type nigga probably live with his sister Type nigga probably lie and be tender Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin' This shit feel like Attack of the Exes It get surgical, it get treacherous I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin' Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin' This shit feel like Attack of the Exes I need first whenever they turn besties Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real) Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint How you such a G, but still a gentleman? I got your lil' BM in a blender Put co'— I look at the way His life Put no more into him I don't know, I see a lot of that in him