Yeah, you ain't my problem no more so get the fuck out of my face

Okay, I don't need bitches to tell me they love me when all of that shit really fake

Fuck, I knew that I made a mistake Cause we can't even go on a date

When we hang, you always fucking late Your bitch on her knees and she ain't gonna pray

She like, sloth, what you say? You only 15 and you getting paid

You see me with bread and you wish that you stayed I've been thinking of death and I'm getting afraid

Fuck these bitches start playing me, so I start playing I just keep rapping, don't know what I'm saying

And why would I talk to you if I blow up? You with my friends yeah you is a slut

I'm on my own shit, I'm making bucks I don't want your bitch, I want some love

I say some dumb shit, then I act tough Why am I questioning if I'm enough

Why am I questioning what I'ma do? You getting questionable with your moves

Watch all my actions, I don't wanna lose but shit, I might lose

At this point, I might have to take meds The way that I'm acting, I might end up dead

I can't say too much, cause this bitches be fed It's hard to process everything you said

It's hard to process everything you did Since I put you on like a motherfucking lid

Shit, I took a risk, I took a bid I had this dream since I was a kid

You ain't my problem no more So get the fuck out of my face, okay

I don't need bitches to tell me they love me If all that shit really fake

Fuck, I knew that I made a mistake Cause we can't even go on a date

When we hang, you always fucking late Your bitch on her knees and she ain't gonna pray

She lay sloth, what you say? You only 15 and you getting paid?

Never expect me to be on time I'm making money, yeah, I'm making rhymes

Fuck, I keep on lying to bitches And I keep on grinding for riches

Uh, you know I'll beat your ass You know I don't even need no switches

Put this shit to my head and I'll click it I might play with a nock with a fidget

If I die, then my bro gonna visit If I shoot, it's a one-way ticket

Damn, you finna drop your crown You going up, now you gotta go down

She tryna fuck, but she been all around I'm taking his bitch, now we go to town

Damn, You tryna talk shit Now you tryna make amends, the fuck

You only fuck with me cause I make bucks In the life, I live, it's hard to fucking trust

I got some bitches that I'll never cuff lying bitch, caught you in a bluff

If I'm rich, still not enough I need this hoe, I feel lust, yeah

You ain't my problem, bitch I ain't never gonna miss you

I've been really getting money and shit Like Carti, I might just die lit

She rare as fuck, she mystical She touching on me physical, huh

Yeah, yeah, okay And why you talk shit

We ain't gon' make amends I'm your boss, bitch

We is not even friends You keep on talking shit

Yeah, I need my revenge Yeah, I need my revenge

Uh, okay, I need revenge on this bitch I start making music, now I'm getting rich

Keep on making hits, I just never miss And now your hoe blowing me a kiss

Huh, you better not mention me If you mention me, you gotta pay a damn fee

I don't wanna be in your beef But if you fucking with sloth, you gon' be deceased

You ain't my problem no more So get the fuck out of my face, okay

I don't need bitches that tell me they love me If all of that shit really fake, fuck

I knew that I made a mistake cause we can't even go on a date

When we hang, you always fucking late Your bitch on your knees and she ain't gonna pray

She lay sloth, what you say? You only 15 and you getting paid

You see me with bread and you wish that you stayed I've been thinking of death and I'm getting afraid

Just like an unc, I'm wasting my money on gas Gotta slow down, cause my life so fast

She tryna fuck if I pay some racks, huh? I'll pass