"OMG BRITT" lyrics
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Those friends over there say they got your back
Seem to never be there when you need a hand
Never trap alone, always go in packs
Well, I never been that really good at that
While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(What'd you say?)
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they not really there for you
On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you got new shoes and a boo
Hit them like a fucking snooze
Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick
We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit
You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA
So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday
I bought cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony
But these days you the one that's acting fucking phoney
You little party-ass bitch, pin it on the donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you
A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good
Then you never would have thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you find someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time, I won't hold back
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)
All these-
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Those friends over there say they got your back
Seem to never be there when you need a hand
Never trap alone, always go in packs
Well, I never been that really good at that
While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(What'd you say?)
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)
All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they not really there for you
On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you got new shoes and a boo
Hit them like a fucking snooze
Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick
We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit
You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA
So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday
I bought cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony
But these days you the one that's acting fucking phoney
You little party-ass bitch, pin it on the donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you
A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good
Then you never would have thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you find someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time, I won't hold back
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit
All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)
All these-
Writer(s): Jordan Day Reid
