Feelin so dumb, feelin' so numb
Done with a bitch tryna cuff
I had enough, I had it rough
Come hit a bit of this drug
These little girls tryna test me
None of these bozos gonna press me
None of you bitches impress me
Now your homegirl wanna text me
I don't trust none of you bitches
It's all the snitches who claim that they hit it
When lowkey they stay in the bed kickin' cryin' sayin'
"Why don't these haters start dyin'?"
Triggers is high end so keep to ya lyin'
Glock 9 send you flyin' spear totin' no Mayan
I'm heated start fryin' these bodies keep stackin'
And I know you is lackin so shut it I'm packin'
Know that I pack it no Rod Wave
Lame how you rack it the wrong way
You was lil boo my whole bae
Now you switched up for a new face
And he ain't all that
You just wanted small chat
Anybody do that
Why did you choose that?
Strike 3 need a new bat
She wore me like a new hat
Think I'm bout done love crap
Feelin so dumb, feelin' so numb
Done with a bitch tryna cuff
I had enough, I had it rough
Come hit a bit of this drug
These little girls tryna test me
None of these bozos gonna press me
None of you bitches impress me
Now your homegirl wanna text me
That's why your girl wanna text me
And I do not care how my ex be
None of you bitches impress me
And that's why my ex wanna text me
So I don't know, how to keep up on her flow
Just sayin' hit me up for love
I said I don't know
Man f*ck Li I don't care about you, you fugly
You lied too, said I was the one you cried to
These little girls tryna test mee
None of these bozos gonna press me
None of you bitches impress me
Now your homegirl wanna text me
Now your homegirl wanna text me
None of you bitches impress me
