Ayy, ayy
Ayy, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it
I don’t like goin’ to Vegas, I start missin’ Virgil
He’d be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
All these pussy niggas trippin’ like they clipped the hurdle
All these pussy niggas actin’ like they Mr. Murder
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
I put CC’s on that ho just like a titty surgeon
Yeah, ayy (D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah)
What? What? Damn
Damn, yeah, ayy, look
A littlе birdie said you did me dirty
And the story keep on gеttin’ worse, I’m gettin’ worried
Yeah, I’m goin’ up, I’m goin’ vertically
2009, I’m lit, I told them, “Hurry and up and book me”
Yeah, hurry and up and book me ‘fore I charge a fortune
Lauryn, why you actin’ like I’m not important to you?
You was there in ’24 when niggas shot the door in
See you outside again, I thought your ass went corporate
You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin’
I used to fuck you slow, I used to leave it in
I used to hate to tour, I ain’t wanna leave again
Now I know the truth about you and I’m free again
Until your new man cop them tickets, you won’t see me ‘gain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty
I be tellin’ Alex Moss, “Fuck it, “his-and-hers” it”
Ayy, what? Yeah, “his-and-hers” it
I don’t like goin’ to Vegas, I start missin’ Virgil
He’d be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
All these pussy-niggas trippin’ like they clipped the hurdle
All these pussy-niggas actin’ like they Mr. Murder
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
I put CC’s on that ho just like a titty surgeon
Yeah, damn, for real
A little birdie said you did me dirty
How you fish ’em out to ask me if that shit would hurt me?
Girl, you know that shit would hurt me, girl, you know it’s working
Yeah, girl, I’m goin’ up, I’m goin’ vertically
You tryna bring me down, actin’ like you worried ’bout me
You know you did me wrong, askin’ how I heard about it
I said a birdie told me, damn, you did me dirty, homie
Yeah, it’s over for us, I can see the curtain closing
Put a hurting on me, put a lot of burden on me
I’m in the strip club, all these hoes converging on me
I’m back outside in here, flirting with the thirty on me, damn
Ayy, yeah, uh
A little birdie said you did me dirty
And the story keep on gettin’ worse, I’m gettin’ worried
Yeah, I’m goin’ up, I’m goin’ vertically
2009, I’m lit, I told them, “Hurry and up and book me”
(D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah)