"Attack Of The Ex's (Interlude)" lyrics
I never wanted your ass in the first place
Last time a pussy nigga tried to race, he ain't even make third place
Your girlfriend spoke at my birthday
Said she honored that I let her learn me
Five star, Michelin, I'm a general
I make all the waiters take surveys
Know that I did that
Nigga, I bent your corner, I spint your bitch
Five star, I'ma stunt in the big 'Bach
I'll smash off on you, then flash my wrist
I adventure with a thot like Sinbad
Tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, bitch
Nigga, your brother been dead for some months
How the fuck you still ain't get no get?
Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches
Type nigga probably live with his sister
Type nigga probably lie and be tender
Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women
Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil' BM in a blender
Put cognac, dollars, and Fitbit
And give it as a lil' gift to my thick bitch
I pull a plus-size supermodel, big back
They be like, "Goddamn, Femto ripped that"
I paid fifteen thousand to sit back
Yeah, that new GT like Goten
Y'all pussy niggas never had no set
No money, no motion, no progress (Pathetic)
She ready for this life of luxury
Livin' like Bugsy, nigga, I thug 'em
Ho, I don't talk much and I don't cuddle
Unless I trust you, got all these hoes confuzzled
Probably was thinkin' I loved you
I got the ho obsessed off the muscle
I got cake on fistfights only
This shit look like Kung Fu Hustle
Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches
Type nigga probably live with his sister
Type nigga probably lie and be tender
Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women
Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil' BM in a blender
Put co'—
I look at the way
His life
Put no more into him
I don't know, I see a lot of that in him
Last time a pussy nigga tried to race, he ain't even make third place
Your girlfriend spoke at my birthday
Said she honored that I let her learn me
Five star, Michelin, I'm a general
I make all the waiters take surveys
Know that I did that
Nigga, I bent your corner, I spint your bitch
Five star, I'ma stunt in the big 'Bach
I'll smash off on you, then flash my wrist
I adventure with a thot like Sinbad
Tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, bitch
Nigga, your brother been dead for some months
How the fuck you still ain't get no get?
Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches
Type nigga probably live with his sister
Type nigga probably lie and be tender
Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women
Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil' BM in a blender
Put cognac, dollars, and Fitbit
And give it as a lil' gift to my thick bitch
I pull a plus-size supermodel, big back
They be like, "Goddamn, Femto ripped that"
I paid fifteen thousand to sit back
Yeah, that new GT like Goten
Y'all pussy niggas never had no set
No money, no motion, no progress (Pathetic)
She ready for this life of luxury
Livin' like Bugsy, nigga, I thug 'em
Ho, I don't talk much and I don't cuddle
Unless I trust you, got all these hoes confuzzled
Probably was thinkin' I loved you
I got the ho obsessed off the muscle
I got cake on fistfights only
This shit look like Kung Fu Hustle
Nigga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my bitches
Type nigga probably live with his sister
Type nigga probably lie and be tender
Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women
Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil' BM in a blender
Put co'—
I look at the way
His life
Put no more into him
I don't know, I see a lot of that in him
