Lyricist : Demario White/Gloria Woods/Thomas Walker/Robert Labraunte Gullatt/Christopher Pearson
Composer : Demario White/Gloria Woods/Thomas Walker/Robert Labraunte Gullatt/Christopher Pearson
[Intro: GloRilla]
(Turn me up YC)
GloRilla, whoo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
**** my ho, **** that b***h
I don't give a **** 'bout none of this s**t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
**** my nigga, he ain't s**t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but d**k
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b***h (What?)
[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm ****in'
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got s**t to say now, huh? Dumb ass
I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face
What the **** funny? Didn't I say change the subject?
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Let me know right now (What?), if there ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one, too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and **** (Uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tyrna see me every weekend (Why?), damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my d**k in you
When I call myself tryna do s**t right, here go another issue (Man)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
**** my ho, **** that b***h
I don't give a **** 'bout none of this s**t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
**** my nigga, he ain't s**t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but d**k
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b***h
[Verse 2: GloRilla]
All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me ****ed up
Yo' mama ain't got no daughters, boy you ain't them bitches brothers (The ****?)
Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you ****ed her (Hm)
Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good d**k mother****er (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars
He won't find s**t in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my s**t for real, but I don't think he know that (Can't know that)
Cut that n***a off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On gang)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
**** my ho, **** that b***h
I don't give a **** 'bout none of this s**t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
**** my nigga, he ain't s**t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but d**k
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b***h
**** my ho, **** that b***h
I don't give a **** 'bout none of this s**t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
**** my nigga, he ain't s**t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but d**k
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b***h
