Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toni Romiti
Performer
PJ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toni Romiti
Composer
Paris Jones
Composer
Vinay Vyas
Composer
Daniel Johnson
Composer
Jeremy Coleman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kane Beatz
Producer
Vinay Vyas
Producer
Andrew Wuepper
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Coleman
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
'Cause I got a new phone, baby
Who dis? Who dis?
Oh no, no, no
[Verse 2]
Damn, just saw my ex, he lookin' so stressed out
Watch me flex, asked him how he like me now
Heard you got a new bitch, hope it all works out
Got the text, asking what I'm up to now
But I don't got your number, ****, who dis?
'Cause you was fuckin' up, and you blew it
And every time you hit me you look stupid
'Cause when you hit me on the phone, I'm like who dis? Who dis?
[Verse 3]
You're number's blocked, but you tryna call
You got some bitches, I won't get involved
You say you love me, no, ****, not at all
Don't try to blame me, you know this is your fault
[Verse 4]
You cannot breathe without me
You cannot be without me
You don't wanna go to bed alone
No, you can't sleep without me
All day, you dream about me
You cannot eat without me
I was your light in the darkness
Can't see yourself without me
[Verse 5]
Damn, just saw my ex, he lookin' so stressed out
Watch me flex, asked him how he like me now
Heard you got a new bitch, hope it all works out
Got the text, asking what I'm up to now
But I don't got your number, ****, who dis?
'Cause you was fuckin' up, and you blew it
And every time you hit me you look stupid
'Cause when you hit me on the phone, I'm like who dis? Who dis?
[Verse 6]
How could you do this?
Goddamnit, you blew it
Now you got me like, who dis?
Got you lookin' so foolish
My one and my only
And now you're a groupie
You are not good for me
Take you out of my story
[Verse 7]
Baby, you can't be my baby
I won't be your lady since you tryna play me
It's crazy, you tried to do me shady
(So when I) Pull up on your ass and flex, I bet you like me now
[Verse 8]
Damn, just saw my ex, he lookin' so stressed out
Watch me flex, asked him how he like me now
Heard you got a new bitch, hope it all works out
Got the text, asking what I'm up to now
But I don't got your number, ****, who dis?
'Cause you was fuckin' up, and you blew it
And every time you hit me you look stupid
'Cause when you hit me on the phone, I'm like who dis? Who dis?
Written by: Antoinette Janine Romiti, Daniel Johnson, Jeremy Coleman, Paris Jones, Toni Romiti, Vinay Vyas