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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CEO Trayle
CEO Trayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rudy Hous
Rudy Hous
Composer
Justin Trayle Bell
Justin Trayle Bell
Songwriter
Rudynovski
Rudynovski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Trayle Bell
Justin Trayle Bell
Mastering Engineer
Rudynovski
Rudynovski
Producer

Lyrics

(Wesh Rudynovski) on the beat
Ay, you doin' all this extra shit, you stupid bitch
Ay, I knew you way before this shit, you stupid bitch
Tried to show you, but you spinned me, you lil' stupid bitch
And now you see I'm lit, you tryna do a dick
Back door kicker, oh, for sure, that's what they call me
But one these bitches had me in my feelings
Uh, and when I met her, I approached her, and then I made her call me
Then picked her up to go handle some bidness, we end up gettin' into some shit
Now the bitch fall in love with me
Can't even get a text back, like, bitch, you don't even fuck with me
Like how the fuck I'm thirsty when you told me you was gon' fuck with me?
I just be wantin' a bitch to suck my dick and count the bucks for me
You don't care, I don't care, my feelings ain't hurt, bitch
Bitch, I got on white ones, Fendi on my shirt, bitch
I mash the gas too hard and watch that straight Jeep jerk, bitch
Hate it when I'm nice to one of these hos, they on that jerk shit
Yeah, bitch, you cool, but you ain't better then a Perc', bitch
You ain't better than the plug droppin' off the work, bitch
Bitch, you ain't even better than a eight of Wock'
Catch you with that ****, I might just up the pipe and spray the car
Bitch, you supposed to be my bitch, I cheated but you broke us up
Bitch, you ain't leave when I was down, left when I was up
That's 'bout the realest shit you did, but I don't give no fuck
Bitch, all that shit you made me give, but I can't give no more
I don't give no fuck, you still got feelings, I can't feel no more
I don't even like lookin' at you, bitch, I don't want no kids no more
You broke my heart, you stank bitch, I don't wanna kiss no more
Say what you want about me, bitch, I don't even care no more (fuck that bitch, stupid ass)
Bitch, you hurt my feelings, uh, I ain't even have no ways of dealin' wit' it
I'm talkin' to another ****, got both of our feelings mixed
The other day I slipped and almost called you one of my other bitches
Bitch, you ain't even better than a eight of Wock'
Catch you with that ****, I might just up the pipe and spray the car
Bitch, you supposed to be my bitch, I cheated but you broke us up
Bitch, you ain't leave when I was down, left when I was up
That's 'bout the realest shit you did, but I don't give no fuck
Bitch, all that shit you made me give, but I can't give no more
I don't give no fuck, you still got feelings, I can't feel no more
I don't even like lookin' at you, bitch, I don't want no kids no more
You broke my heart, you stank bitch, I don't wanna kiss no more
Say what you want about me, bitch, I don't even care no more (fuck that bitch, stupid ass)
Bitch, you hurt my feelings, uh, I ain't even have no ways of dealin' wit' it
Talkin' to another ****, got both of our feelings mixed
The other day I slipped and almost called you one of my other bitches
(Wesh Rudynovski) on the beat
Written by: Justin Trayle Bell, Rudy Hous
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