f*ck a Ex lyrics

[Verse 1: JamesTooCold]
b*tch you used to say I'm no good
Now too cold name poppin even in yo hood
Catch yo n*gga I'm knocking Ion see no wood
I'm like a knight with this pole swear I don't know suge
Type of b*tch that be talking behind her n*gga back
But I was stuck on this b*tch so I wasn't hearing that
Oh he want smoke like a bong but ain't no clearing that
You chose a op yeah you lost ain't no steering back
I pull up with this .40 but it's gon sit his ass
Broke bum ass n*gga he need to get some cash
You always talking bout action that sh*t just make me laugh
Ain't even good in yo section lil n*gga do the math
This b*tch say it ain't mine like it's gon make me sad
Aye b*tch you dirty as f*ck and my new b*tch is bad
And if I see yo ass walkin b*tch I'ma do the dash
And if I seen b*tches on you I'ma let them whoop yo ass
b*tch
Gon call me yo first love and sh*t
Better ask James how he feel I'm just like f*ck this b*tch
Aye, Ex b*tches be the reason I can't trust a b*tch
Huh, Had a b*tch all in my bed know where my people's live
I was loyal to this b*tch I could've f*cked her friends
I'm going up like a tower you possed to be my twin
And when I sign my record deal you possed to help me spend
And now if yo ass become homeless I wouldn't give you a cent
And if you dehydrated I wouldn't give you no spit
b*tch I thought I was too cold you did me cold as sh*t
You wanna send some screenshots oh b*tch you bold as sh*t
I ain't the n*gga f*ck around and just expose the b*tch
n*gga had yo back and trusting me while you trusting him
Pregnant b*tch damn f*ck on me while you f*ck with him
Almost squabbled up with yo n*gga but he a f*cking wimp
Monkey clip hanging out the choppa for a f*cking chimp

[Verse 2: Es Alboogiee]
My ex b*tches be the ones why I can't trust a b*tch
Square b*tch chose up on some sucka sh*t
I almost socked yo n*gga out but he a busta b*tch
My uncle raised me to never be a busted n*gga
f*ck that b*tch I bet I better get another one
I treat these b*tches like my blower I got another gun
Yeah, These n*ggas say a n*gga no good
Now I'm in these trenches with this b*tches we smoking on good

[Verse 3: Neekowe]
Aye, you ain't no good b*tch
I'm finna f*ck all yo home girls from yo hood b*tch
You couldn't expose a real n*gga and even if you could b*tch
Before you press my [?] I'm sitting around wishing that you would b*tch
And you did that
Now I'ma need you to sit back
I know you hate that b*tch so I went and got my old b*tch back
You petty with my traps you need to bring my old lick back
Right now I'm fighting on not calling a b*tch to come get you b*tch slapped
b*tch I been back
Huh, f*ck you been at
All that sneaking and geeking through the weekend I ain't with that
I been, peeping your secrets when I said f*ck you b*tch I meant that
I was flirting with b*tches you was f*cking n*ggas for get back
You a nasty hoe
Yeah, my ways is back to old
Better hope I don't see your friend or I'm snatching souls
Before another n*gga say he f*cked my b*tch I done passed the hoe
Acting slow
You need to match my loyalty b*tch f*ck matching clothes
I hate you b*tch I don't know why I tried to save you
You made me give up all my player ways I should've played you
I pray for the next n*gga comin round tryna date you
b*tch I could expose better stop acting like I ain't make you
I can't believe I was faithful I'm the wrong n*gga to play with
Aye, now I'ma f*ck all the b*tches I know you hang with
Big ungrateful ass, stubborn ass beyonce playing like you heart broken
b*tch you ain't sh*t but impatient
Now I'm a house hold name and I know you hate it you f*cking bum neekowe the one that brought his gun yeah
Dun dun dun
Bow wow nick cannon in the drum going f*cking dumb
Better hope I don't see yo n*gga cause I'ma f*ck him up
You really had a n*gga out here looking dumb like a f*cking punk
I knew I should've had my sisters come whoop yo ass when I told her bout you
I knew I should've listened when Och told me he heard about
b*tch you's a doo doo mamma that's on the set b*tch I'm cool without
You
[Verse 4: Es Och]
That b*tch was prayin on my downfall she dropped her drawls I scooped her up just like a ground ball
b*tch I'm really out the dirt just like a ground hog
Snap crackle pop and now I'm swervin in the Jaguar
James and neekowe trippin I'm just making sure they stand tall
n*gga f*ck my b*tch I swear I plotted on his grandma
I hit his main b*tch and hit a second round call
b*tch I fell the only thing that you can down tall
Wait hol up how you say you love me but you across the track
b*tch it could've been me and you goin across that map
sh*t I was finna get you tatted all up on my back
sh*t you know I'm super silent now I'm with a rat
I been drippin in designer now I'm flippin packs
Heard her ex n*gga want problems we gon double back
He ain't really with the squabble we gon bring a strap
Y'all been ready for the drama ain't no typa cap
Yeah I'm mister make her walk but she left me walkin
Had a n*gga all in his feelings had a n*gga stalkin
Quit the barkin
Pull up to the scene and I'ma get to sparkin
Forget you, inhale on this gas just like a n*gga farted
Quick to fall in love that's why these b*tches all be easy targets
Keep that sh*t a dub I should've played you when the journey started
You was tryna ride a n*gga wave just like you was on a Harley
I know you miss the di*k I had yo ass really going gnarly
[Verse 5: Es Alboogiee]
You need a n*gga that's dope well I'm the dopest n*gga
Yeah I'm the dopest n*gga
You want a n*gga that's broke well I'm the brokest n*gga
Yeah
I know the game like the coach I'm now in yo division
And I ain't nothing like yo n*gga I say I'm colder than him
Yeah I swear I'm colder than him

[Verse 6: JamesTooCold]
Aye, while I was up staying and laying b*tch you was with that playin
What you sayin supposed to uplift me but you just left me hangin
Getting famous now people know me and you gon miss this greatness
Too cold b*tch Mr. [?] or Mr. goodness gracious
I've been sippin I've been trippin and I've been losin patience
Know you slippin when you throw it I catch it like the ravens
He can't hit it know you miss it but now I'm really painless
f*ck you b*tch we ain't cool it ain't no relations

[Verse 7: Neekowe]
You big dumb ass b*tch while I was working you was doin you
Then gon have the nerve to say that you thought I cheated too
The sh*t yo ass put me through I should be bleeding you
Instead I'ma blow cause I know you don't wanna see me boom
And all them punk ass lies that I know yo homies was feedin you
And you believed it too and I know yo ass ain't even see no proof
Crazy cause I thought you was beautiful you look like beetle juice
And now I'm piecin you on this beef with you (don't text my phone)

[Verse 8: Es Och]
f*ck a b*tch they ain't good for nothing but f*cking and brain
I had to hop up out my feelings and hop in the range
This b*tch was supposed to bring me love all she brought me was pain
That b*tch was f*cking on my brother so I had to go change
I went and f*cked up on er cousin and bought her a chain
That b*tch was out here doing the most so I'm doing the same
I hit the b*tch and then I'm ghost I tote cash for the game
f*ck a b*tch and f*ck a ex I'ma treat em the same