You've got to get your man to stop calling my phone
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Reminds me of my chain the way he wants to be put on
Bitch come on
Stop calling my phone
Asking where he's at like little bitch how would I know
Got to change my number quicker than I change the flow
Hit me with that lovey shit I know it's time to go
Get your man hoe
Make some bands hoe
If you with it, then get it, straight busting for the bands though
Weave got you leaning could have sworn you off the 'Benzo
Running down the field but you never reach the endzone
What, f*ck is up with that shit
Know I'm acting out of pocket looking like I hit a lick
Looking like I'll steal your bitch, looking like I'm with the shit
I know it's hard to keep up when I'm made of different elements
Get your get your man hoe, get your get your bands hoe
Flip it like you with it, earn your seat up at the table
Story of my life that shit sound just like a fable
Never run it back no you can't find this shit on cable, nope
Dripping like I met the pope
Sprinkle holy water on my voice hit every note
Intimidate your nigga and yet still he blow my phone
Ain't that how this started bitch come and get your hoe
And tell him stop calling my phone
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Told you I'll place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Tried to block his number then he calls from different phones like what
F*ck is up with that shit
Come and get your man said come and get him quick
Come and get your mother f*cking man I don't want him
I don't want him I don't want him and still he be calling
Been told you I don't want your mother f*cking dirty ass seconds
Please tell him stop pressing
Memerized my number man I swear this nigga heckling
Only got one call, waste it just to leave a message
Man, get your mother f*cking man
Got your name in his bio leaving comments on my gram bitch damn
Do you hear what I'm saying
Okay I know you hear me but do you understand
Like damn, get your mother f*cking man
I don't want him!
And still he be calling
And still he be calling
In my D.M. he be crawling
Because he knows that I be balling
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You've got to get your man to stop calling my phone
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Reminds me of my chain the way he wants to be put on
Bitch come on
Stop calling my phone
Asking where he's at like little bitch how would I know
Got to change my number quicker than I change the flow
Hit me with that lovey shit I know it's time to go
Get your man hoe
Make some bands hoe
If you with it, then get it, straight busting for the bands though
Weave got you leaning could have sworn you off the 'Benzo
Running down the field but you never reach the endzone
What, f*ck is up with that shit
Know I'm acting out of pocket looking like I hit a lick
Looking like I'll steal your bitch, looking like I'm with the shit
I know it's hard to keep up when I'm made of different elements
Get your get your man hoe, get your get your bands hoe
Flip it like you with it, earn your seat up at the table
Story of my life that shit sound just like a fable
Never run it back no you can't find this shit on cable, nope
Dripping like I met the pope
Sprinkle holy water on my voice hit every note
Intimidate your nigga and yet still he blow my phone
Ain't that how this started bitch come and get your hoe
And tell him stop calling my phone
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Told you I'll place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Tried to block his number then he calls from different phones like what
F*ck is up with that shit
Come and get your man said come and get him quick
Come and get your mother f*cking man I don't want him
I don't want him I don't want him and still he be calling
Been told you I don't want your mother f*cking dirty ass seconds
Please tell him stop pressing
Memerized my number man I swear this nigga heckling
Only got one call, waste it just to leave a message
Man, get your mother f*cking man
Got your name in his bio leaving comments on my gram bitch damn
Do you hear what I'm saying
Okay I know you hear me but do you understand
Like damn, get your mother f*cking man
I don't want him!
And still he be calling
And still he be calling
In my D.M. he be crawling
Because he knows that I be balling
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Reminds me of my chain the way he wants to be put on
Bitch come on
Stop calling my phone
Asking where he's at like little bitch how would I know
Got to change my number quicker than I change the flow
Hit me with that lovey shit I know it's time to go
Get your man hoe
Make some bands hoe
If you with it, then get it, straight busting for the bands though
Weave got you leaning could have sworn you off the 'Benzo
Running down the field but you never reach the endzone
What, f*ck is up with that shit
Know I'm acting out of pocket looking like I hit a lick
Looking like I'll steal your bitch, looking like I'm with the shit
I know it's hard to keep up when I'm made of different elements
Get your get your man hoe, get your get your bands hoe
Flip it like you with it, earn your seat up at the table
Story of my life that shit sound just like a fable
Never run it back no you can't find this shit on cable, nope
Dripping like I met the pope
Sprinkle holy water on my voice hit every note
Intimidate your nigga and yet still he blow my phone
Ain't that how this started bitch come and get your hoe
And tell him stop calling my phone
Always hit me up just to ask if I'm alone
Told you I'll place him in a crib inside my crib he ain't grown
Tried to block his number then he calls from different phones like what
F*ck is up with that shit
Come and get your man said come and get him quick
Come and get your mother f*cking man I don't want him
I don't want him I don't want him and still he be calling
Been told you I don't want your mother f*cking dirty ass seconds
Please tell him stop pressing
Memerized my number man I swear this nigga heckling
Only got one call, waste it just to leave a message
Man, get your mother f*cking man
Got your name in his bio leaving comments on my gram bitch damn
Do you hear what I'm saying
Okay I know you hear me but do you understand
Like damn, get your mother f*cking man
I don't want him!
And still he be calling
And still he be calling
In my D.M. he be crawling
Because he knows that I be balling
Writer: Naomi Summers
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