Ex’s (Phatnall Remix)

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 yourself, 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 **** sad (They sick)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them **** 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 **** 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

Booka fucked 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

Doodie whisper in my ear, "I want GloRilla right now"

Then she lied now, I ain’t the dada, bitch, don’t hide now

We ain’t no wifi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified

I’m the type of **** spit in her casket at her repass

Might go mini Drac', come from the closet, look like Wee Man

Trench 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 **** 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, you just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, **** (How?)

Don’t tell me nothing 'bout my exes, mane, them **** sad (They sick)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them **** 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 **** 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 that **** told you, boo, that **** hurt (He fucked up)

He post about me to this day, but I don't even lurk (**** miss me)

He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (Took an L)

You tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (Bitch, run)

Shit, I act up on a **** who ain't actin' right (Why you do that?)

'Cause I'll be damned a **** make me lose my appetite (Nah, fuck that)

And all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight

Drop one ho and added ten new more, that shit some magic, right? (Yeah)

And if I ever fall in love again, that **** raw (He different)

And I can tell if he a peon, let that **** talk (Just listen)

Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that **** go (Cut him loose)

You braggin' 'bout how you got fucked, but what that **** bought? (Stupid-ass bitch)

Don’t tell me nothing 'bout my exes, mane, them **** sad (They sick)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them **** 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 **** 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)