Don’t Want You Back lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, hello?
What the f*ck do we got to talk about? (Who?)
I don't want, man, what the f*ck, this b*tch keep callin' me, bro

[Chorus]
My old b*tch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah

[Verse 1]
FN in my pants (Ooh, FN), yeah (Pew-pew-pew)
Fifty seven Xans (Xanax), ayy
Smoke gas out the can (Out the motherf*ckin' bong), yeah
So high, I can't land (Land), ayy (Phony)
Oh, not you again (Not you again, b*tch), yeah
Kill my mood again, ayy (Ayy)
I might f*ck her friend, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a pimp, I walk, I limp (I limp, I limp, I limp, I limp), ayy
Gotta let you know I'm a dime sniper (Ooh)
I'ma give her gold like thе the Pied Piper (Pipеr, give her gold)
Hit in front because I'm a side piper (Two hunnid gold)
If you leave me once, you're an outsider (Yeah)
[Chorus]
My old b*tch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah

[Verse 2]
My old b*tch called me, said she want me back (This b*tch crazy)
How you get the number to my jack? (The number to my sh*t)
My old b*tch called me, said, "Can I hit it from the back?" (Um)
I sure can, don't know where you been, so you know that I gotta use a strap
And I know you see all these millions, nah, girl, I ain't movin' packs
Ghetto b*tches I f*cked from the hood, like, no, Uzi, I ain't going back (Yeah)
I had to go and let it stack (Ayy), met a lil' b*tch at Saks (Che)
Fifth time we had sex (Slime), I could not go back (Slatt)
Listen, I don't want no neck (Slatt), with my dawgs like Pets (Slatt)
Punch you out like Fetch
Please, don't call my phone, yeah, send you to my rep'
These n*ggas my kids, yeah, gotta claim the tax (Yeah)
I'ma keep gettin' bags (Yeah)

[Chorus]
My old b*tch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah
[Outro]
I'ma keep poppin' tags
I'ma keep gettin' bags
I'ma keep poppin' tags
I'ma keep gettin' bags