Attack of the Ex’s (Interlude) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never wanted your ass in the first place
Last time a pus*y n*gga tried to race, he ain't even make third place
Your girlfriend spoke at my birthday
Said she honored that I let her learn me
Five star, Michelin, I’m a general
I make all the waiters take surveys
Know that I did that
n*gga, I bent your corner, I spint your b*tch
Five star, I'ma stunt in the big 'Bach
I’ll smash off on you, then flash my wrist
I adventure with a thot like Sinbad
Tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, b*tch
n*gga, your brother been dead for some months
How thе f*ck you still ain't get no get?

[Chorus]
n*gga, you'd probably rat when I chеat on my b*tches
Type n*gga probably live with his sister
Type n*gga probably lie and be tender
Type n*gga wanna beef 'bout women
n*gga, my main, my side b*tch textin'
This sh*t feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
n*gga, my main ho, side b*tch textin’
This sh*t feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil’ threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil’ BM in a blender
[Verse 2]
Put cognac diamonds in a Fitbit
And give it as a lil' gift to my thick b*tch
I pull a plus-size supermodel, big back
They be like, "Goddamn, Femto ripped that"
I paid fifteen thousand to sit back
Yeah, that new GT like Goten
Y'all pus*y n*ggas never had no set
No money, no motion, no progress (Pathetic)
She ready for this life of luxury
Livin' like Bugsy, n*gga, I thug ’em
Ho, I don't talk much and I don't cuddle
Unless I trust you, got all these hoes confuzzled
Probably was thinkin' I loved you
I got the ho obsessed off the muscle
I got cake on fistfights only
This sh*t look like Kung Fu Hustle

[Chorus]
n*gga, you'd probably rat when I cheat on my b*tches
Type n*gga probably live with his sister
Type n*gga probably lie and be tender
Type n*gga wanna beef 'bout women
n*gga, my main, my side b*tch textin'
This sh*t feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
n*gga, my main ho, side b*tch textin'
This sh*t feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil' threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil' BM in a blender
Put co'—
[Outro]
I look at the way
His life
Put no more into him
I don't know, I see a lot of that in him