I Hate My Ex Hoe (feat. lij)

Well, never the less I chase these bitches that I never get (shit) Why am I stressed I need to open my eyes oh my God I am blessed Yeah, I must confess that I am the best, I am the best (really yeah) You're changing your style to get famous, but bitch you just look like a mess I run through these bitches I look like the jets When I link with your girl she gon' give me that neck I flex Bitch who is you I got designer all up on my shoes, and these bitches cute and they think i'm cool So they gon' let me hit that shit like a juul I said fuck with the crew I got snakes on my shoes Givenchy brand new Yeah, you know how we do Iced out watch like I'm Ben Ten Imma fuck your bitch, then fuck again Then fuck all her friends Then pass to the team I'm on a Molly, bitch I'm off a bean Fuck do you mean, I'm smoking green You can catch me on your tv screen Wearing Supreme, or maybe some Gucci Your lil shawty is throwing her coochi Yeah, my life is a movie My life is bougie I listen to uzi while gripping that booty She wet like jacuzzis Found out she a groupie I'm off of that Lucy A little bit loopy Your bitch is a cutie Too bad that i'm gloomy We watching a cinema Smoking that indica That's pretty typical Pretty convincible You don't want shit bitch I'm pretty invincible I hate my ex hoe She's fucking heartless A quiet girl, but she always gotta start shit She broke my heart so I'm broken hearted, but now I'm balling on all of these bitches like I'm James Harden I hate my ex hoe She's fucking heartless A quiet girl, but she always gotta start shit She broke my heart so I'm broken hearted, but now I'm balling on all of these bitches like I'm James Harden (Ay, ay, ay) You like to start shit Try to break bone, can't even break cartilage Got in here once but now you getting carded Checking ID's like security guarding Hey- look, I know we been through it That shit really hurted, there's no need to prove it But I'm moving up in the things that I'm doing I made it to Vevo, so no being rude bitch Aye, you're fucking late You hit up my phone like I don't fucking hate You- K maybe I shouldn't say That guess I'm glad at the end of the day You broke me twice, but there won't be a three I hope I look nice when I'm on your tv I know that you miss me, I call as I see Go head fucking diss me, I'm here getting green Get the fuck outta here While I have the loudest year You're jealous, you're pouting, dear I'm selling, despite my fears Yeah, you're fucking terrible I now see your face as unbearable But I get this bread, I'm getting ahead You don't mean shit, you're practically dead I hate my ex hoe She's fucking heartless A quiet girl, but she always gotta start shit She broke my heart so I'm broken hearted, but now I'm balling on all of these bitches like I'm James Harden I hate my ex hoe She's fucking heartless A quiet girl, but she always gotta start shit She broke my heart so I'm broken hearted, but now I'm balling on all of these bitches like I'm James Harden