[Verse 1: Trina]
Out of all the shots closed, no more free throws
And it ain’t no more, lickin’ in his speed coat
No better, do better
Had it real good, rap b**h with her own trend setter
I never asked him for sh**
Basic a** n***a, really wasn’t ’bout sh**
Man, I’m tired of puttin’ these n***as on and makin’ ’em famous
They be sayin’ they love me, then they doin’ the same sh**
These n***as wanna beat me, girl, he want the fame
Wanna be on TV, man, what’s wrong with him?
Have you watchin’ they moves and I be tellin’ my b**hes
Man, he be thinkin’ I’m clueless, so I’m out for his riches
Man, karma be a b**h
Didn’t get far, these n***as thinkin’ they slick
Then they come back crawlin’ and sh**
n***as lost everythin’, now they on they dick
[Pre-Hook: Trina]
n***a, I don’t wanna talk
I ain’t erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain’t my fault
You got caught in the whip, what the f** you thought?
Ain’t no b**h that better than me
I’m young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin’ for me
‘Cause it ain’t no comin’ back, I’m a real OG
[Hook: Dyna Edyne]
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don’t need you, baby
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don’t need you, baby
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
[Verse 2: Trina]
See the face on 10, body on 10
And the bank account on win
They see me in the field, man, I’m stashin’ them commas
I pull up on these n***as in the flyin’ saucer
Buyin’ that n***a, became my own boss
No bra, titties out, b**h, I think I’m Rick Ross
Think I’m Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think, a b**h sleep
My game on fleek
And your new b**h, she homeless chick
I laugh at it ’cause she’s a small matter
I live a high rise, her section ain’t chatter
And you ain’t no better
Thinkin’ these hoes gon’ make you better, what the f**, n***a?
Lil n***a, go and play with these hoes
‘Cause you ain’t in my league, n***a, I ball with pros
[Pre-Hook: Trina]
n***a, I don’t wanna talk
I ain’t erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain’t my fault
You got caught in the whip, what the f** you thought?
Ain’t no b**h that better than me
I’m young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin’ for me
‘Cause it ain’t no comin’ back, I’m a real OG
[Hook: Dyna Edyne]
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don’t need you, baby
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But see I don’t need you, baby
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me
Don’t you come runnin’ back to me
Runnin’ back to me