Phatnall (Original) Lyrics
GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don’t be listenin’ 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 sayin’?
Like people be real deal mad
My ex’s, my old friends, all them hoes is mad
Like they ain’t got shit good to say about me like
You know what I’m sayin’?
And turn me up when you do the ad-libs
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (Mane, they sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face, because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’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, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be steppin’ on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Oowee)
And I 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)
Don’t go off what the n**** told you, boo, that n**** hurt (He fucked up)
He post about me till this day, but I don’t even lurk (N**** miss me)
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain’t see my worth (Took a L)
You tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (Bitch, run)
Shit, I act up on a n**** who ain’t actin’ right (Why you do that?)
‘Cause I’ll be damned, a n**** make me lose my appetite (Naw, fuck that)
And all my exes dead to me, I had they candlelight (Lit)
Drop one hoe and added ten new more, that shit some magic, right? (Yup)
And if I ever fall In love again, that n**** raw (He different)
And I can tell if he a peon, let that n**** talk (Just listen)
Bet not hold no hoe for ransom, let that n**** walk (Turn ’em loose)
You braggin’ ’bout how you got fucked, but what that n**** bought (Stupid-ass bitch)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (Mane, they sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face, because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’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 steppin’ on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Oowee)
And I 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, mane, you n***** gay (Eatin’ dick)
N***** that don’t eat no pussy really in the way (Move over)
Back in the 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’ bruh)
Hittin’ the gas, when I be ridin’ it, I don’t use no breaks (Damn)
But he just threw that thirty back and now I need a break (Gahdamn)
He tryna prove a point to me, because I made ’em wait (For real?)
Thought that boy was finna slaw out, but that shit was great (That’s how you feel?)
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout yo’ BD, mane, that n**** ate (Whew)
She be sayin’ that he ain’t shit, to me, that n**** straight (He really cool)
I’m outside, she prolly thinkin’ I’ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I’d seen her face (On the gang)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, mane, them n***** sad (Mane, they sick)
Might get ’em tatted on my face, because them n***** dead (Rest in piss)
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’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 steppin’ on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Oowee)
And I 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)