GloRilla & Lil Durk - Ex’s (Phatnall Remix)

GloRilla & Lil Durk - Ex’s (Phatnall Remix) Lyric

GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what's up with me
You see, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me
Like, know what I'm sayin'? (Kokurcho keeps goin')
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now
Then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga", proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (Smurk, it's too lit to die for)

All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (man, what?)
Lyin' on me to get some views on your page, you mad sis?
Labels tried to pay for fake relationships, it's that rough?
Half you hoes be likin' hoes for real, but we ain't gon' cut you off
I been through the mud, I been on my own, I'm rare (I'm rare)
This the first person I cared about, I'm goin' through phones now (mhm)
Booka fucked both of my old hoes, they fuckin' hate me now
I just start back makin' love songs, I NDA 'em now (can't trust 'em, let's get it)
Ain't too rich to fuck my old hoes, I make 'em pay me now (ah)
Doodie whisper in my ear, "I want GloRilla right now"
Then she lied now, I ain't the dada, bitch, don't hide now (weird ass)
We ain't no Wi-Fi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified
I'm the type of nigga spit on her casket at her repass
Might go mini Drac', come from the closet, look like Wee Man (go)
Trench bitches, they don't care 'bout lashes they want ski masks
I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers 'round 'em, ask him (mm)
This bitch said her nigga just started drinkin', I had to tax 'em (tax 'em)
Before I had a 'Cat, I had a rat bitch in a Maxima (skrr, skrr, skrr)
I damn near fucked up three relationships, go and ask 'em (go)
I just saved your ass (how?)
You just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, nigga

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now
Then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga", proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)

Don't go off what that nigga told you, boo, that nigga hurt (he fucked up)
He post about me to this day, look, 'ion even lurk (nigga miss me)
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (took a L)
You tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (bitch, run)
Should I act up on a nigga who ain't actin' right? (Why you do that?)
'Cause I'll be damned a nigga make me lose my appetite (nah, fuck that)
And all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight
Drop one ho and added ten new more, this shit some magic, right? (Yup)
And if I ever fall in love again, that nigga raw (he different)
And I can tell if he a peon, let that nigga talk (just listen)
Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that nigga go (cut him loose)
You braggin' 'bout how you got fucked, but what that nigga bought? (Stupid ass bitch)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now
Then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, "Fuck a nigga", proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)