Addicted to My Ex

Yola cop bricks!

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes, old hoes

Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes

I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low, low

Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

Flexin' on my old hoes

I'm addicted to em'

I, I flex on my ex every time that she text me, I'm lookin' like hold up (Yah)

I know I'm the shit, but she say I ain't shit and my dick is, bitch, shut up (Yah)

I'm taking my new bitch to places I took her, she cannot afford

Then I post it on Instagram stuntin', she tryna ignore it, you mad or nah? (Yah)

I bought a new whip just in spite of that bitch, she be catching the bus

Seen her, pretend that I'm pickin' her up

When I pulled up, I gave her the finger and skrrt (Yah)

I bought her a gift, didn't return it, I took it right back from her

I ain't gon' never get back with her unless she suck me like Dracula

Listen I'm telling you

I, I see her in public and stunt on a bitch, do you see this coat?

Why, why keep her around if she just gone drown and jump off the boat?

I lie, I sent her a text and told her I loved her and sent a reply

Sike, she blow up my phone and won't leave me alone, so (Bitch, bye, yah)

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes, old hoes

Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes

I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low, low

Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

Flexin' on my old hoes

I'm addicted to em'

I, I show up to all of her family events 'cause her momma still love me (I love you, momma)

And she got a new **** so when I pull up, he be looking so jelly (I hate that ****)

If I'm really on tip, I might even show up with one of her buddies (I fucked her, too)

As soon as she come up to hug me, I look and I say, "Bitch what?" (Yah)

She tell all her friends that I ain't the man, bitch, fuck you mean? (Yah)

I know that she want me she peep that my Rolie, so fuckin' fleek

And speaking of rollies, I left her alone 'cause she wasted my time

She tryna come over and fuck but I cannot see her, I'm legally blind (Barely)

I'm swaggin', listen, Linda, I'm swaggin'

If you had me, then you a has-been, look at me now, a young **** flashin'

My new bitches name is Yasmine

I never do cuff em', I pass 'em like a college exam

Bitch, I am the man

I don't give a damn, so (Bitch, bye, yah)

I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes, old hoes

Hand me downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes

I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low

Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes

Flexin' on my old hoes

I'm addicted to 'em