LA Fitness lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas don't wanna see J Glizzy mad, he hop out the backseat with that, uh
What? He hop out the backseat with that what? Uh
(And these n*ggas still can't f*ck with us, man, YCOE)
What?

[Chorus]
I had to leave these hoes alone, ever since, been doin' better
My ex-b*tch mad 'cause I told her my new b*tch pus*y get way wetter (Ayy, DG, what you do to it?)
Jump in that pus*y like water (On God)
Done spent so much on my b*tch, she say that your broke ass can't afford her (On God)
I'm havin' so much cheese, ain't have to rat on my partners, y'all n*ggas different
No, he ain't tryna spin nobody, they told him get in that box, he started b*tchin'
These n*ggas be hoes, y'all just don't listen, I swear I been tellin' y'all that
n*ggas don't wanna see J Glizzy mad, he hop out the backseat with that MAC (Okay, go get 'em)

[Verse]
I'm havin' so much dog sh*t on me, I don't care what I spent
We got your lo', we ain't tryna spin your house, we gon' lay on your sh*t in tents
No dissin', the run we havin' might go in history, these n*ggas can't forget
She see I got money, she textin' me sayin' she miss me, b*tch, I ain't buyin' you sh*t (At all)
It's too much sh*t in the world to be tryna spend all your money on a b*tch
When I get up, might have a lil' girl, show her the world, n*ggas better come with it
Show her that all these n*ggas be flawed, they ain't got no motion, they just wanna hit it
Show her that she not a regular person, she better than girls that come from the city
On FaceTime with Lil Rae, when he get out that sh*t, we litty
Ever since you left, b*tch, you been gainin' weight, need to hit the LA Fitness (Haha)
If a n*gga dissed me from Cali today, my brother gon' come through LA trippin'
I'll step on you in The Varsity, tryna get some JJ Chicken (Hah)
[Chorus]
I had to leave these hoes alone, ever since, been doin' better
My ex-b*tch mad 'cause I told her my new b*tch pus*y get way wetter (Ayy, DG, what you do to it?)
Jump in that pus*y like water (On God)
Done spent so much on my b*tch, she say that your broke ass can't afford her (On God)
I'm havin' so much cheese, ain't have to rat on my partners, y'all n*ggas different
No, he ain't tryna spin nobody, they told him get in that box, he started b*tchin'
These n*ggas be hoes, y'all just don't listen, I swear I been tellin' y'all that
n*ggas don't wanna see J Glizzy mad, he hop out the backseat with that MAC (Okay, go get 'em)