Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
I got thirty people who have hit you from the back
Get it out my system, going crazy token gas
Said she want a soulmate, dumbass bitch be on some crack
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' done can someone get this hoe a map
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
Knew it from the start cause that shit clearer than a crystal
If you try that shit again, I might go f*ck up on your sister
Yeah, I know that she my bitch the way she come through with a whistle
And I know I got her in it when she begging for my missile, f*ck
Stupid hoe really think that she can get around
Yeah, she want a train with the boys, and we so f*cking down
Way she hit us up got her looking like a f*cking clown
Feel like I'm a fountain, feel like Boogie, I'm aboutta drown
No, I can't stand it
Hit that shit too hard, it got me on another planet
No, I cannot say shit, but I know that I can manage
Got me f*cking walking like the room is f*cking slanted
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
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Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
I got thirty people who have hit you from the back
Get it out my system, going crazy token gas
Said she want a soulmate, dumbass bitch be on some crack
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' done can someone get this hoe a map
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
Knew it from the start cause that shit clearer than a crystal
If you try that shit again, I might go f*ck up on your sister
Yeah, I know that she my bitch the way she come through with a whistle
And I know I got her in it when she begging for my missile, f*ck
Stupid hoe really think that she can get around
Yeah, she want a train with the boys, and we so f*cking down
Way she hit us up got her looking like a f*cking clown
Feel like I'm a fountain, feel like Boogie, I'm aboutta drown
No, I can't stand it
Hit that shit too hard, it got me on another planet
No, I cannot say shit, but I know that I can manage
Got me f*cking walking like the room is f*cking slanted
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
I got thirty people who have hit you from the back
Get it out my system, going crazy token gas
Said she want a soulmate, dumbass bitch be on some crack
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' done can someone get this hoe a map
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
Knew it from the start cause that shit clearer than a crystal
If you try that shit again, I might go f*ck up on your sister
Yeah, I know that she my bitch the way she come through with a whistle
And I know I got her in it when she begging for my missile, f*ck
Stupid hoe really think that she can get around
Yeah, she want a train with the boys, and we so f*cking down
Way she hit us up got her looking like a f*cking clown
Feel like I'm a fountain, feel like Boogie, I'm aboutta drown
No, I can't stand it
Hit that shit too hard, it got me on another planet
No, I cannot say shit, but I know that I can manage
Got me f*cking walking like the room is f*cking slanted
Like why you mad
Stupid ass hoe, why you acting f*cking sad
F*ckin' all this shit up, then you tell me it's my bad
Think she got bipolar with the way she switching frats
Got so many bodies you can ask her for the tags
Every time she speak, I keep on seeing redder flags
How you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that f*cking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get fat
Writer: Shawn Bolkhovsky
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid