Yours Truly lyrics

[Verse 1]
She's b*tchy, she really is though. Attitudes a little bit sh*tty. Gonna take her to the city. She talk sh*t on girls, just for bein' pretty. Why you like that? (Huh?) From the look oh God I can tell she didn't like that. (Like that) From the look I can tell she didn't like that. Wild as hell, thank God I didn't write that. She gotta fat ass though. Pretty in the face but man she's psycho. Still i'd pipe though. For a second I was thinking this was gonna be my hoe

[PRE-Chorus]
But I can't do it, baby. You had your chance and blew it, baby. Swear this ain't the music, baby. I'm really sayin' screw it, baby

[Chorus]
Cuz b*tch you crazy, swear that b*tch you crazy. Can't f*ck with you lately, the sh*t you do 'maze me. Jealous sh*t don't faze me, and that's why, I can't f*ck with my ex (Can't f*ck with my, can't f*ck with, can't f*ck with, can't f*ck with my ex) That's why. (That's why, can't f*ck my) Can't even f*ck with my ex

[VERSE 2]
So tell me again, how they all just friends though. (Say that dumb sh*t one more time) 'Cuz in was in there f*ckin' when we were in the friend-zone. (You remember?) You can try to lie, but you can't lie to me though. I been a player, I know the tricks, I been f*cking these hoe's. You wan't me to try ?. (Huh?) b*tch, what? You must notta' known, but your other man just called up my phone. To tell me what the f*ck's been goin' on. (See that b*tch is called a hoe) Now what? Cuz I'm not suprised, all the nights you said you was tired, never can get up in the mornin', but you stayin' up all the God Damned night on FaceTime. (What a b*tch) You wastin' Trace time. Don't try that fake cry. Just wish you were the best. (Not really) But I got some advice.(Advice) But don't you forget, that's a reason your ex is an ex
(Jesus Christ, leave me the f*ck alone. Stop showing up, stop calling me, stop texting me. Leave me alone, God Damnit, I'm done!)

[Chorus]
Cuz b*tch you crazy, swear that b*tch you crazy. Can't f*ck with you lately, the sh*t you do 'maze me. Jealous sh*t don't faze me, and that's why, I can't f*ck with my ex (Can't f*ck with my, can't f*ck with, can't f*ck with, can't f*ck with my ex) That's why. (That's why, can't f*ck my) Can't even f*ck with my ex. That's why. (That's why, can't f*ck my) Can't even f*ck with my ex

[OUTRO]
(Aye Trace?) (What's up?) (These hoe's bro, they so dumb bro. Man, all I wan't's another ?, bro. Whatchu want?) (That's what I'm saying, more 0's, less L's and damn sure no ex's this year.)