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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cardi B
Cardi B
Vocals
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Guitar
benny blanco
benny blanco
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Tamposi
Ali Tamposi
Songwriter
Andrew Wotman
Andrew Wotman
Songwriter
Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Songwriter
Jorden Thorpe
Jorden Thorpe
Songwriter
Klenord Raphael
Klenord Raphael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Additional Producer
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Producer
David Rodriguez
David Rodriguez
Engineer
benny blanco
benny blanco
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Engineer
Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click And fuck your little fake ass friends Come around actin' like they my bros I seen y'all little group texts Where you all like to brag about your hoes And you can tell your little bitch I screenshotted all her naked pics Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man? Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram? Lil' bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers Smash your TV from Best Buy You gon' turn me into into Left Eye I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me? My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleeping like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh All I can see is you and her in different scenarios Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit" Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah? You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar? You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches You don't even cheat with no badder bitches This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you Don't even know that you this close to dyin' You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?" My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleeping like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
Writer(s): Justin Drew Tranter, Kleonard Raphael, Belcalis Almanzar, Jordan Thorpe, Andrew Wotman, Alexandra Leah Tamposi, Benjamin Levin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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