[Chorus]
Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit
Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going
Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke
And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning
Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids
Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat
Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me
She was running through them bands, n***a, every week
Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming
But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred
If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts
'Causе you already know these bitchеs don't know how to act

[Verse 1]
I done really seen it all, for real, n***a
Every bitch a n***a fuck, I had to deal with her
'Cause I was laying that pipe
If the bitch ain't crazy, you ain't fucking her right
When it come to square shit, I'm [?]
I need a go getter, baby, don't need a lier
She told her man she going home, and she tired
The truth is, she coming to the crib and getting higher
She's [?] getting dicked down
I pop a perc in that pussy, going six rounds
Yeah she like that one thing, with a thumb in it
Man, that pussy so tight, I to cum in it
Now I got post nut clairity
Let her grab a Plan B, baby, I ain't no chairity
Sware I hate a bitch that take it to the Instagram
[?] bitch head spinning like a ceiling fan
Bitch, you better fall in line, or we falling out
She wanna talk it out, there ain't nothing to talk about
Always blowing up my phone, while I'm popping out
Ain't no other option for a n***a, [?] walk it out
That's why I'm getting gone, yeah, I'm out of here
This a double cup of lean, baby, not a beer
If you ain't getting gwop, kick rocks with no socks
I took her to the blade, then I dropped the whole opp
[Chorus]
Let the bitch tell that I ain't shit
Let the bitch tell that I ain't got it going
Let the bitch tell that I was dead broke
And she was still tryna fuck me til the early morning
Let the bitch tell that I don't see my kids
Let the bitch tell it, I'm a deadbeat
Let the bitch tell it, she never fucked me
She was running through them bands, n***a, every week
Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming
But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred
If you let the bitch tell it, better check your facts
'Cause you already know these bitches don't know how to act

[Verse 2]
When that bitch too plastic
I move right past it
Ain't look backwards
Did [?]
I'm in [?] dipping
I pull up on that bitch, and I demanded a ten strip
You want some attention? But you want some dollars
Yeah it's pimpin and some hoing, [?]
Why you cuffing on that bitch? [?] problems
You want a stomp down, bitch? [?]
[?] a n***a like me
I ain't looking for no loving, girl, I just want a fee
If you ain't digging what I'm saying, baby girl, you could leave
It's by choice, not forse, but I got what you need