Like why the hell you tripping? That shit blowing me
You see I’m recording, brainstorming
That shit ain’t normal
If you know it fuck me up, why you be doing it?
Why you be doing that, girl, why you be doing it?
I’m on the phone with you
You know when I get off the road, I’m coming home with you, oh yeah
And every time the phone hang up, like girl, you know I’ll call back
Don’t let these other bitches come between us like it’s all bad
It been all good, and it been all love
That is not my bitch or my lil’ girl, we not fuckin’
That is not my bitch or my lil’ girl, she not nothin’
She talking ’bout me on Twitter but you be with me in public
How that feel? Yeah
Block her if it bother you, know that’s real
You fucking up my head with that shit, just chill
You fucking up my head, I might need advil
[Post-Chorus]
And I’m like, “Ah yeah, shut the fuck up”
Ah yeah, I don’t want her
Ah yeah, she ain’t know nothin’
Ah yeah, I don’t know her, oh no, no
[Verse]
And I know you not crazy
Don’t worry ’bout other bitches who ain’t having my babies
They all want your spot
And when I love you, just know you all that I got
Only problem I got with you is being a thot and that shit fucked up
I’m still young and I ain’t done so I might fuck up
You still young and you ain’t done so you gon’ fuck off
And I ain’t tryna hear that shit, so shut the fuck up, oh
[Chorus]
Like why the hell you tripping? That shit blowing me
You see I’m recording, brainstorming
That shit ain’t normal
If you know it fuck me up, why you be doing it?
Why you be doing that, girl, why you be doing it?
I’m on the phone with you
You know when I get off the road, I’m coming home with you, oh yeah
And every time the phone hang up, like girl, you know I’ll call back
Don’t let these other bitches come between us like it’s all bad
It been all good, and it been all love
That is not my bitch or my lil’ girl, we not fuckin’
That is not my bitch or my lil’ girl, she not nothin’
She talking ’bout me on Twitter but you be with me in public
How that feel? Yeah
Block her if it bother you, know that’s real
You fucking up my head with that shit, just chill
You fucking up my head, I might need advil
[Post-Chorus]
And I’m like, “Baby, shut the fuck up”
Baby, I don’t want her
Baby, I don’t know her
Baby, she ain’t know nothing, oh no, no
And I’m like, “Baby, I don’t know her”
Baby, I don’t want her
Baby, baby, she ain’t know nothing, oh no, no
Oh no, no
