Hmm, I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Little Nokia's, yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't, I don't, yeah, yeah, uh Neil's trustin', you got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin Can't trust him, yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin Every time he on his own, tell me lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies Maybe he's always on the road, let me drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive What's happenin'? Got Brilli, got Miley, got Kirsten Can't catch him, run in balance, he ain't tryna get busted Got the phone, he gotta go, yeah, yeah, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies, lies I don't think he wanna know, yeah, mama, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, no He only hit me with the text When he went, I got his level *** Boy, you got me *** up, what the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy, you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with us Boy, you got me *** up, this ain't good for us News just in, can you hear the little knocky up, ring, ring? Trap life zoomin' Can you leave me on my own? All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie For your reason, what's your song? Play with your lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie This nigga tryna ruin my day This nigga tryna get in my way This nigga been callin' my phone all day Who the *** told him this was okay? Whenever I pop out, I look like a model Still a ratchet bitch, drink it straight out the bottle Rockstar lifestyle, *** it tomorrow I can see a *** nigga even with my eyes closed He only hit me with a text When he went, I got his level *** Boy, you got me *** up, what the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy, you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with us Boy, you got me *** up, this ain't good for us Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh kekekekekekekeke Kekekeke-come, won't come, won't come Kekekeke-come to the front line Kekekeke, I won't answer your call Kekekeke-come to the front line I'm sorry, can't come to the front Hit you with that music, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Kekekekekekekekekeke