Ex’s (Phatnall Remix) Lyrics
GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don’t be listening to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what’s up with me yo’self
You know what I’m saying, like
People be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends
All them hoes mad
Like they ain’t got shit good to say about me, like
You know what I’m saying?
And turn me up when you do the ad-libs
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (They sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my old friends, mane, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (At the bottom)
Money talk but I don’t answer for collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be stepping on these bitches, make they flesh crawl
And I’ll say fuck a n**** proudly with my neck tall (Fuck ’em)
Then tell him throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It’s to die for)
All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked
Lying on me to get some views on your page, you mad, sis?
Labels tried to pay for fake relationships, it’s that rough
Half you hoes be liking hoes for real, but we ain’t gon’ cut you off
I been through the mud, I been on my own, I’m rare
This the first person I cared about, I’m going through phones now
Who could fuck both of my old hoes? They fucking hate me now
I just start back making love songs, I NDA ’em now
Ain’t too rich to fuck my old hoes, I make them pay me now
Do you whisper in my ear? I want GloRilla right now
Then she lied now, I ain’t the dada
Bitch, don’t hide now
Ain’t no wifi, but Elon Musk had got you verified
I’m the type of n**** spit in her casket at her repass
Might go mini Drake, come from the closet, look like we men
Trenches bitches, they don’t care about lashes, they want ski mask
I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers round ’em, ask him
This bitch said her n**** just started drinking, I had to tax ’em
Before I had a cat, I had a rat bitch in a Maxima
I damn near fucked up three relationships, go and ask ’em
I just saved yo ass (How?), you just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, n****
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (They sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my old friends, mane, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (At the bottom)
Money talk but I don’t answer for collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be stepping on these bitches, make they flesh crawl
And I’ll say fuck a n**** proudly with my neck tall (Fuck ’em)
Then tell him throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It’s to die for)
Talkin’ ’bout you don’t eat no pussy, man, you n***** gay
N***** that don’t eat no pussy really get in the way (Move over)
Back in day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae
But now I’ll slap the shit out of a n**** he don’t eat the cake (Fuck outta here, lil’ brah)
Hitting the gas when I be riding it, I don’t use no brakes (Damn)
But he just threw that thirty back and now I need a break (Goddamn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real?)
Thought that boy was finna slaw out, but that shit was great (That’s how you feel?)
Yeah, I’m talking ’bout your BD, mane, that n**** ate
She be saying that he ain’t shit to me, that n**** straight (Really cool)
I’m outside, she prolly thinking I’ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (They sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothing ’bout my old friends, mane, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don’t see them with me now, then you know where they at (At the bottom)
Money talk but I don’t answer for collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be stepping on these bitches, make they flesh crawl
And I’ll say fuck a n**** proudly with my neck tall (Fuck ’em)
Then tell him throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It’s to die for)