Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ammy Muluba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ashton McCreight
Producer
Lyrics
These niggas is so lame, bruh
What the fuck?
If you think im gon' settle for anybody shit
You got me all the way fucked up, my nigga
Oh yea, he not gon like this one
Fuck that nigga, he bitch made
We was going on two years
I really turned you into a fine man for the next bitch
Niggas is so quick to switch
I hear you tell all your homies I cheated
Brother, I exposed you, don't make me expose you again
Don't make me tell your little friends
I'm the type to burn down a brother house
Cause he'd been sleepin out
Niggas claim they love a girl that's crazy
Until she go crazy
Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, does it?
You claim your old man ain't shit
You don't even mean it
Two pussies at a time, now I know that daddy taught you that
How you make money off the kicks that I bought and spoil a bitch with that?
Real low move, real broke move
Watchu gotta prove?
You're the only one to lose
Your brother looks up to you
I betchu won't tell him what it do
And why you text me when you got a hoe?
Still beg me when you got a hoe?
All that just to stay unfaithful, real ungrateful
I know you know I don't take em back, should've thought from the get-go
And lyin on my name just ain't gonna get you nun'
Lyin' on my pussy, finally got you some
Ain't it ironic, you pressed me to write about you
How you like that?
This is just about you
I know you tuned in, just know you bitch-made
Writer(s): Ammy Muluba
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