(Ayy)

Bitch you thought I was slow?

I been knew what you was

Let's talk about it

I'm tired of playin' stupid, I been peeped you was a clown

You the type to say "I love you" then go fuck around in town

I let you lie right in my face just to see how far you'd go

Whole time you was actin' single, but wanted me to play the role

Red flag how you always "busy" when the sun go down

But the second you need a plate, you tryna come back around

You don't miss me, you miss the benefits, you miss the free shit

You don't love me, you love attention, and you love to be a bitch

You say we "together" but I can't even get a post?

You'll post your nails, your lashes, but can't post the one payin' most

That's crazy… you a professional user

You don't need a man, you need a sponsor, you a broke ass loser

And I should've listened to my gut, I should've listened to the bros

Soon as I saw that attitude, I should've known you was a hoe

Tryna argue like you loyal when your spirit full of lies

You ain't a prize, you just a problem with some thighs

Red flags…

You be outside every night, red flags…

Talkin' "we in love" but you can't post me, red flags…

Only call when you need somethin', when I need you you don't show me

That's red flags…

Red flags…

You don't want love, you want control, red flags…

You don't want peace, you want a role, red flags…

You a liar with a cute face, you a headache with a fat ass

That's red flags…

Shoulda knew you wasn't shit when you drove three states for your daughter daddy

Chasin' broke hoes is a hobby, girl you dusty, you ain't classy

Still in love with a man that don't even claim your ass

Then you come to me for healing like I'm God, bitch kiss my ass

Then you got the nerve to play victim, like you innocent and sweet

Whole time you a manipulator, you a demon in the sheets

You be cryin' on the phone, then you out there gettin' cracked

Then you come back with a "sorry" like I'm supposed to take you back

Shared locations, then you hit Houston and your shit start glitchin'

"Girl my phone tweakin'" nah bitch you out there on some dickin'

And don't call me "controlling" 'cause I'm askin' what you on

Bitch you want a weak ass man you can play with like a pawn

Girls trip? Yeah right, you ain't goin' nowhere with no girls

You just linkin' with that man while you postin' sunsets and pearls

You went from callin' every day to "I been busy" every week

Nah you been busy bein' ran through, bitch you think I'm stupid? please

And the worst part, you don't take accountability

Everything somebody else fault, you got no stability

You'll fuck up, then cry, then flip it like it's me

Bitch you a red flag factory, you ain't shit but misery

Red flags…

You be outside every night, red flags…

Talkin' "we in love" but you can't post me, red flags…

Only call when you need somethin', when I need you you don't show me

That's red flags…

Red flags…

You don't want love, you want control, red flags…

You don't want peace, you want a role, red flags…

You a liar with a cute face, you a headache with a fat ass

That's red flags…

And that butterfly tattoo… bitch that should've warned me

Every man that done hit it probably left you feelin' lonely

You don't need a relationship, you need therapy and guidance

But you'd rather shake your ass and call it "growth" and call it "timing"

You ain't misunderstood, you just a hoe with good marketing

A walking contradiction, toxic pussy with a target in

Your phone stay on DND 'cause you got too many calling

Your soul full of emptiness, you just collectin' broken figures

And after everything I did, you still played with my name

So I hope that pussy you chasin' leave you stuck in the rain

I hope your "girls trips" turn to lonely nights in hotel rooms

I hope you keep that same energy when karma come in soon

You can't turn a hoe to a housewife, that shit is impossible

You ain't loyal, you just available when the offer profitable

And I ain't even mad no more, I'm just embarrassed I tried

I shoulda left your ass the first time you looked me dead and lied

This for every man that stayed too long

We saw the signs… we just wanted the pussy

But we ain't comin' back

Real ones only