Your Ex Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Step your game up, bulimic life I done came up

Pitched a game, no hitter and I ain't change up

Secret affairs, wait for the texts all clear

A few shots of belvedere we swingin' from chandeliers

You pay for the tits, I pay for some beers

Shawty for the streets, and you went to de Beers

Hate to see her, to know why her makeup be smeared

Shawty a hotbox, I'm givin' y'all less than a year

Your nigga found out she was up in my spot

On God, nigga, she be comin' a lot, cumin' a lot

Drinkin' your beer while I'm up in your spot with massages and rocks

Dappin' your niggas while I'm on your block

Vegetarian, but I feed her the cock

No socks on when I'm up in the twat

She sittin' you down with that we need to talk, it's over

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex tonight

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the fact she just became your ex, yeah

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex tonight

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the fact she just became your ex

I used to live just like y'all

But I was misguided

Now it's like a get away with murder

Judge and jury done mistried it

You cuffin' on that shawty

That be lookin' like the wrong move

Fell off like the Titanic

She's not the one I'd hold on to

As a youngin' I didn't choose the game

Had to know the game chose me

I touchdown in that poonani

You stuck sittin' in the nosebleeds

I don't trust no lip service

Much rather get hip service

That means she ride the boy

Cowgirl, how them hips swervin'

I get inside like I got the scoop

She need some air, I drop top the coupe

My game tight, so I aim right

Free throw, my time to shoot

PSA, I address the nation

If you had a cologne, I'd call it desperation

They cancel on you, but run to me

Feindin all in my bed waiting, I'm gone

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex tonight

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex tonight

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the facts, she just became your ex

She knows we be ballin

While y'all niggas stallin

She wanna be outside

I make that ass fall in

Like the way I stack chips

But knows I am all in

Keep that ass topless

Like all of my foreigns

I know what she likes, yeah

Wanna get that pipe, yeah

Wanna go all night, yeah

And she knows I'm right, yeah

More bitches the merrier, always be the slogan

Keep that ass in a headlock

Call me Hulk Hogan

I ain't for the small talk

I get to the pokin

She can catch this right now

No need for some tokens

Call that bitch Wawa

Cause she stays open

Leave that mattress soakin

Fuckin' thought provoking

Fuckin' thought provoking

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex tonight

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah

We gettin' them checks alright

Now she want the sex alright

You gettin' that text tonight

Just became your ex to-night

She wanna text me

I don't want no mess

Face the facts, she just became your ex, yeah