Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Horoscope readers, none of y'all leaders
Back in high school I broke hearts at the bleachers
Now I need bands and a tinted two seater
Board the flight quick bitch is scanning my visa
Gotta see heaven, I can't go to hell
Ain't finna tell you that time's gonna tell
No amount of stress can hand me an L
Never ending trouble but I deal with it well
You got the gram fooled with unsettled cash
Only heard about him, never talked to her mans
Typing bibles that the bitch need to read
She's cheating with a man that she knows gonna leave
I left I had nothing I could stay for
Need Moncler, it's a cold world
Tryna put my whole circle on a payroll
Bro I know I'm spazzing, why you giving all that praise for?
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
And I'm back to back with it
Y'all are wack with it
Tryna say I fell off or quit, not happening
You turned up while we was practicing
You got a good flow buddy, but your style's missing
Homie you showcase no manhood
The tab gets long bro, I keep books
Her box was trash but the head good
Gang put 5 grams in the backwood
Tell me how I did it, if can't be done
Your poor team can't get your record spun
Your whole imagine fake bro, f*ck your songs
Ain't nobody thought that I would come this long
Got more go to still, don't trip
Made a whole tape and it's got no skips
She texted me saying: I'm missing your lips
Had to screen the text quick, cuz I'm making a hit
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
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Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Horoscope readers, none of y'all leaders
Back in high school I broke hearts at the bleachers
Now I need bands and a tinted two seater
Board the flight quick bitch is scanning my visa
Gotta see heaven, I can't go to hell
Ain't finna tell you that time's gonna tell
No amount of stress can hand me an L
Never ending trouble but I deal with it well
You got the gram fooled with unsettled cash
Only heard about him, never talked to her mans
Typing bibles that the bitch need to read
She's cheating with a man that she knows gonna leave
I left I had nothing I could stay for
Need Moncler, it's a cold world
Tryna put my whole circle on a payroll
Bro I know I'm spazzing, why you giving all that praise for?
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
And I'm back to back with it
Y'all are wack with it
Tryna say I fell off or quit, not happening
You turned up while we was practicing
You got a good flow buddy, but your style's missing
Homie you showcase no manhood
The tab gets long bro, I keep books
Her box was trash but the head good
Gang put 5 grams in the backwood
Tell me how I did it, if can't be done
Your poor team can't get your record spun
Your whole imagine fake bro, f*ck your songs
Ain't nobody thought that I would come this long
Got more go to still, don't trip
Made a whole tape and it's got no skips
She texted me saying: I'm missing your lips
Had to screen the text quick, cuz I'm making a hit
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Horoscope readers, none of y'all leaders
Back in high school I broke hearts at the bleachers
Now I need bands and a tinted two seater
Board the flight quick bitch is scanning my visa
Gotta see heaven, I can't go to hell
Ain't finna tell you that time's gonna tell
No amount of stress can hand me an L
Never ending trouble but I deal with it well
You got the gram fooled with unsettled cash
Only heard about him, never talked to her mans
Typing bibles that the bitch need to read
She's cheating with a man that she knows gonna leave
I left I had nothing I could stay for
Need Moncler, it's a cold world
Tryna put my whole circle on a payroll
Bro I know I'm spazzing, why you giving all that praise for?
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
And I'm back to back with it
Y'all are wack with it
Tryna say I fell off or quit, not happening
You turned up while we was practicing
You got a good flow buddy, but your style's missing
Homie you showcase no manhood
The tab gets long bro, I keep books
Her box was trash but the head good
Gang put 5 grams in the backwood
Tell me how I did it, if can't be done
Your poor team can't get your record spun
Your whole imagine fake bro, f*ck your songs
Ain't nobody thought that I would come this long
Got more go to still, don't trip
Made a whole tape and it's got no skips
She texted me saying: I'm missing your lips
Had to screen the text quick, cuz I'm making a hit
Lotta exes that still miss me
Lotta missed shots, never hit me
Can't look back or be stuck in my history
Summer's coming hard, better quote me
Crucify or martyr
I'mma go harder
You talk a big game, but you just started
No cheats codes, gotta climb through the latter
Full-time cappers, five minute rappers
Writer: Shahan Khamooshian
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid