Turn me up YC, turn me up YC, turn me up YC Glorilla, whoo, on the gun, hey I ain't dead yet F**k my d**k, d**k, d**k, d**k I don't give a f**k about none of this s**t Leave me alone, don't text my phone It is what it is, I'm on what you on F**k my d**k, he ain't s**t Boy ain't good for none of this s**t Plodding like you with your d**k Boy, you with that d**k What, asking me about d**ks in the city That she think I'm f**ked Looked dead in her eyes before I lied I'd rather tell her nothing YC ain't got s**t to say now, huh? Dumbass I'd rather tell her nothing Smirking in her face What the f**k? Then I say, change the subject Let me know right now What? If it ain't no preacher, us Why? Cause one too close to zero Gotta keep me some on top She like, uh, you do too much So? I reply, you don't do enough Even when we be into it I can still pull up and f**k up Walking straight up out the house You say I never hug and kiss you Trying to see me every weekend Why? Damn, I need space to miss you Know I love you, bae Our problems go away When my d**k in you When I caught myself Trying to do s**t right here Go another issue Mine F**k my d**k, baby I don't give a f**k About none of this s**t Leave me alone Don't text my phone It is what it is I'm on what you on F**k my d**k He ain't s**t Boy, ain't good for no m***** Flogging like you with your d**k Boy, you with that d**k All that telling Folks, I'm crazy Tell him how you got me F**ked up Your mom ain't got no daughters Boy, you ain't the Brother When you told me That you knew the b**h She ain't safe From old cheating Tossing Good mother With my man today Back outside the mall I'll be done with him today Then be at his house tomorrow I'll be busting out the windows Got him switching up his cars He won't find s**t in my phone But them little pictures of his car Constantly bringing up my ex And s**t He must want me to go back I could really pop my s**t for real But I don't think he know that Cut that d**k off For good To show him that I'm on it And he don't know That I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it I'm on it He know that I'm on it And he'll never ever Ever ever Ever get his s**t back on the gun Ma b**h Don't give a f**k About none of this s**t Leave me alone Don't take my phone It is what it is I'm on with you on Mott He ain't s**t Boy ain't good for numbing ny Login like You wish on Boy n you wish that Ma b**h Don't give a f**k About none of this s**t Leave me alone Don't take my phone It is what it is I'm on with you on Mott He ain't s**t Boy you with him