Lyrics
Out of order, shop closed
No more free throws
And there ain't no more licking in this pink ho
Know better, do better
Had it real good, rap bitch with her own trendsetter
I never asked him for shit
Basic ass nigga really wasn't 'bout shit
Man, I'm tired of putting these niggas on and making them famous
They saying they love me then they doing the same shit
These niggas wanna be me
Girl, he want the fame, wanna be on TV
Man, what's wrong with him?
I be watching they moves and I be telling my bitches
Man, they be thinking I'm clueless
So I'm out for his riches
Man, that karma be a bitch
Didn't get far, these niggas thinking they slicks
Then they come back crawling and shit
Niggas lost everything now they on they dick
Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch out better than me
I'm Young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checking for me
'Cause it ain't no coming back, I'm a real OG, that's me
You want me to leave, baby
But you see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
You want me to leave, baby
But you see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
See the face on ten, body on ten
And the bank account on win
You should see me in the field, man, I'm stashing them commas
I pull up on these niggas in a flying saucer
Fired that nigga, became my own boss
No bra, titties out, bitch, I think I'm Rick Ross
Think I'm Big Meech, neck chopped like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think, a bitch sleep
Mind game on fleek
And your new bitch, she homeless, she
I laugh at her 'cause she's a small matter
I live a high rise, she's section 8 chatter
And you ain't no better
Thinking these hoes gon' make you better, what a fuck nigga
Lil nigga, go and play with them hoes
'Cause you ain't in my league, nigga, I ball with pros
Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch out better than me
I'm Young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checking for me
'Cause it ain't no coming back, I'm a real OG, that's me
You want me to leave, baby
But you see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
You want me to leave, baby
But you see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me