SAYONARA

I got a bitch who love arguing, too much toxicity

Way too much entitlement, she never did shit for me (she never did shit for me)

A bitch who love acting like a shit smell like tulips

But back when I met her, she was out here lookin' foolish (she was lookin' foolish, yeah)

Had the wrong kicks on, stealin' from Sephora (shoplifting)

Got her feelin' wavy 'cause we chillin' by the water (what?)

I could snap a finger, part the seas like I'm Moses (dope, man)

Have her in a drought again, crying for me hopeless

Knowing I'm the one who changed her longitude and latitude

Way too much attitude, not enough gratitude

Bitch must've forgot, when I met her, she was boostin' (you was stealin')

Now you wanna use men, got too used to new shit

How she survived on ramen noodle soup, then? (I wanna know how)

All the sudden, actin' like she's too good for Houston's (how?)

Please enjoy the spinach dip and reassess reality (what?)

Frontin' on Applebee's when she don't got a salary (what, what, what?), nah

I'm not too sure what you thought this is, but I tried

But now I'm cuttin' off this bitch, bye-bye

Let you think you was the boss for me, but I lied

Could've kept it, but you lost this dick, bye-bye (yeah)

Why stay and listen to shit I don't wanna hear about

When I got a bitch who suck penis like she tryna get the serum out? (Wow)

Why put up with your bickering and let my hair fall out (why would I do that?)

When I got a bitch whose main objective is pullin' my balls out? (Whoa)

Why repair somethin' as damaged when I can slide

And link with a few shawties who only ask for my time? (Why?)

You acting like I owe you, still pretending you my mom and shit (oh, you done)

Takin' things out on me, you mad at what your father did (I'm not your daddy, bitch)

I don't want no part of it, I'd rather choose a peaceful vibe

Girls in every corner of the world want a piece of CRIME

Yeah, you here, actin' like you oh-so-irreplaceable (why?)

First time we fucked, didn't even go on a date with you

Sit down, got a whole roster I can hit now (hello?)

Shit foul, fed you Mr Chow's, now you missin' out (you missin' out, girl)

Acting like I'm Captain Save-A-Hoe, how that shit sound (huh?)

When I could knock a rich bitch down? Word to Chris Brown (what?)

I'm not too sure what you thought this is, but I tried

But now I'm cuttin' off this bitch, bye-bye

Let you think you was the boss for me, but I lied

Could've kept it, but you lost this dick, bye-bye

I mean, listen, just 'cause you fuck around and take me out to eat a-

At Ruth's Chris or buy me a pair of sneakers on my birthday

That's like, once a year, you know what I'm sayin'?

What you get me on Valentine's Day?

What about, uh, National Men's Day?

Huh, what about Colombian Independence Day?

You fucking crazy?