Moved on / Letter to My Bm lyrics

[Intro]
Gr
Letter to my BM, you cheated on me, right?
Tell me if I'm wrong, though

[Verse]
Look, I told my ex, b*tches, y'all some past b*tches
I don't need y'all b*tchin', ain't no caption, ain't no love
sh*t that I be savin', that n*gga too true to savin'
Like, b*tch, how you gon' cheat on me, b*tch, in the passin'?
Like this sh*t got a love, up on the book and you sayin' some captions
Lil' b*tch with dub, I don't need you, yeah, you seein' what happened
How you say that you dumb and recycle?
Well, b*tch, I'ma show you the actin'
Like what?
Like packin', b*tch, I'ma show you this sh*t outta love
And on top of this sh*t, if it ain't about my kids, lil' b*tch, it don't love
And the time when they pull me the mic, one hand when I kill my glove
Young n*ggas steppin' this sh*t, I know they love me, what's up?
Love that my BM, I tell that Karen Gill, you a trisha
If it ain't, ain't about my daughter, ain't about, ain't about no brisha
I'm on my road to the roaches, let's go, young n*ggas feelin' the leap, yeah
Let me step outside, n*ggas, they know I'll be
I'm the big, too sad, b*tch, you don't even know what I be If I'm wrong, MC, yeah
Young n*ggas fly with the Wraith, skrrt
n*ggas ain't know how I be
I got a kitty, I'm like a humble n*gga out to style
b*tches, they askin', Jay, what you doin'?
I tell my ex, b*tch, you a thot
Look, she want an ogre like Martin and Pam
But a b*tch when he Martin and Gina
You too tight, so, b*tch, I don't need her
Got a b*tch, I'ma knock on my Nina
Tell her, next n*gga, I'ma beat him
He touch my daughter, I'ma beat him I'ma make sure he bleedin'
Ain't no time for this sh*t, I ain't leavin'
Heard a b*tch wanna creep in the soul I know my n*ggas, they know how I go
From a youngin' to a six, I'ma goat
She's a jit, lil' b*tch, I know I'm a baby lion, yeah, you know I roll with the jungle, you know
Like Empire, like I'm Lucius, you a cookie, baby, yeah, yeah, you know
Like, how you tell me, lil' b*tch, you gon' rob?
Tell my ex, b*tch, that I ain't slob
One cheated, lil' b*tch, you a rob
With a youngin', n*gga, b*tch, you dumb
Tell Diddy I don't want it, you're dumb
Like, I got a lil' daughter right now
So, b*tches, you dumb, b*tches, you dumb
I tell Karen, yeah, you the past, b*tch I don't need you, b*tch, I get the act in
That money be comin', b*tch, you really chattin' (shhh)
I ain't talkin' I ain't cappin'
Look at my love, lil' b*tch, I ain't paddin'
Like, check out my love
I'm about to take a trip to Miami I'ma show you what's up, look
Tell me if I'm... Graa, graa, graa
What you wanna do, I ain't passin'
My n*ggas come and be splashin'
Get to the money, lil' b*tch, I ain't actin'
If you say that you love me, you capin'
Lil' b*tch, will you f*ck with me pregnant?
Is you dumb or the dummy?
Lil' b*tch, I'ma show you stupid
Got no time for this b*tch, I be lovin'
Now my ring got me really stupid
I just bust out in a Cuban
I just bust out in a Cuban
Yo, Lou, b*tches be dumb and they get in confusion
How they livin' this sh*t ain't no Disne
Like b*tches, you live in an illusion
Ain't no time for this sh*t
Put my kids in my ride for this sh*t
Tell your n*gga if he touch my kids I'ma swallow my stick, gra, boom
Let him, I'll be him
Lil' b*tches, I'm wrong If she wanna come, lil' b*tch, then soon I'll put on my song
That n*gga comin', I'm makin' it wrong OJ trippin' to right I know them b*tches ain't livin' my life
Like JL in my life, yeah, b*tch
[Outro]
Like, gra, boom
Uh huh
No, n*gga
Like momma used to tell me to take it on music
Like stoppin' this sh*t, check out the bag lil' b*tch
Now they wanna suck on this di*k, I tell a b*tch named T
She better suck this di*k, I got no time for this sh*t
My money on the money, they say they love me and sh*t
What's up with this sh*t, big lil' bag, can't even suck my di*k
(f*ck they talkin' about, bruh?)