ex

Single and got a type

Oh-oh-oh

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-left you last night

It all ended in a fight

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one

Single and got a type

I'm done and I don't need time

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one

Got a brand new girl and she so damn fine

My ex stalk her Instagram and now she hate her life

Now she out here chasing rings like she Chris Paul

She got a craving being toxic, you can almost taste the menthol

And my ex-chick hatin' got me tweakin' like I'm Gelo Ball

Now she with a bald fat ****, he look like Rick Ross

Peep her in the DMs, ain't your **** tryna see em?

You givin' out them slushies like you work for ampm

I ain't stressin' 'bout your last man even if I'm insecure

Talk a lot of game but fly away just like he Tweety Bird

Pop him in his ear so he know what he really heard

I can get you many furs with a little mini skirt

An even small flirt but no matter how many clothes

The outcome you can't change

No matter the why's

You still my ex at the end of the day

How you leave a ten just to split a five like ten ways?

Left you last night

It all ended in a fight

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one

Single and got a type

I'm done and I don't need time

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one

You know I gotta hand it to you

The way you talkin' to my friends behind my back

It's like I never meant a thing to you

You got me stressin' over nothin'

I got way more things to worry 'bout

Than you just sayin' things like

"I'm a lame" to you

You're headstrong but you're a player

You got 10 or 15 homeboys that you say

"They're all just friends" but

Don't you know that I know that you lyin?

My girl's so bad that I can't even rate her out of ten

I ain't talkin' bout her figure but she ate it up again

And it's crazy talkin' 'bout it 'cause nobody could compare

(I wouldn't dare) I stare when she walk through there

Jump around criss-cross

Hesi move, hot sauce

D1 thot, full ride when you walked on

And your friend throw it on me

Make the catch like I'm Randy Moss

Watching from a distance I can tell you wanna see me gone

Getting dinner for two the type of thing you gotta photograph

She get anything that she wants and flaunts it, she know to how to ask

She watching me like I'm prey, I fell right in her I trap

But I could do this all day, our little game is fun

Until the day is done she been playing rough

She know I love it anyway—I'm a dog I'm a mutt

Hardly a competition, these lames is running a muck

If I say she not the best in business, call on my bluff, its true

Ain't surprised

Tell one lie you're bound to multiply

I hope you can hear the lullaby

I know no one else around you that would tell you girl

L-l-l-left you last night

It all ended in a fight

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one

Single and got a type

I'm done and I don't need time

We don't talk about the last one

We don't talk about the last one