words
Ohh, yeah
I ain't hit you back and now you overreacting
Hate that * with a passion, yeah
Have a little self respect, don't want to put you on blast
But you should go 'head and practice
Shut the * up right now and let me breathe
Shut the * up right now, let me do my thing
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
Quit hitting my phone, slow down
I ain't hit you back, now you overreacting
I don't play that elastic
You be like, when we gon' *, what we gon' do?
You should try and quit asking, huh
You should shut the * up right now and let me be me
(Let me be, let me be)
Shut the * up right now, let me do my thing (yeah, right)
People talk too much *
In my face, 'round my back, on the phone
Ain't been famous for a while but I'm still up in my zone
And I don't usually smoke, but I'm high on sativa
If I pour it in my tea, I smell like heaven, I'm a diva (diva)
Bangin' Aaliyah so loud in my speaker
That I can not hear you no, I'm gone
Don't you be blowin' up my phone
I'm in a different time zone
Ever since a matter of time, all my girls is badder than nine
Hope to banish the debt, you hammered
You still don't know how to handle your wine
That's probably why you're hittin' me more
Yeah, I've got a rule 'cause I've done this before
Just * 'em three times and don't * 'em no more
'Cause they just fall in love if you * 'em the fourth (woo)
Don't get me wrong, I really like it when we're vibin'
But when I'm in another city, shh, be quiet
Shut the * up right now and let me be me
Shut the * up right now, let me do my thing
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
Quit hitting my phone, slow down
And I've been off the coke, I've been off the coke
I've been off this coke
Always hittin' phone, always hittin' phone (always hittin' phones)
She constantly calling my old bitch
Get up, be gone and go home, bitch
Quit playin' with all of my phone, bitch
Switch numbers, even my wrong *
These chicks, they cunning
Flip cities, she sticks, still on it
Switched whips, we're awake, she saw it
This bitch on my ass, like a pair of my drawers
Any phone I ever own, she call it
She call me at two, call me at three
Check I'm awake boy, the * I gon' be?
Wanna *** an eight ball, set your nigga free
Then she walk with a nose bleed on her blue jeans
Dumb bitch, dumb hoe
Don't call my phone, go home
We jettin' out 'til we made it
Shut the * up complainin'
Shut the * up right now and let me be me
(Ayy, shut the * up bitch)
Shut the * up right now, let me do my thing
(It's true, but it's simple)
Slow down, slow down, slow down
(Have a Xanny, SWOUP)
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
(Quit hittin' up my * phone)
Quit hitting my phone, slow down (SWOUP)