smoking on my ex

This ain't no diss to my ex, but you already know when the beat called, so I'm finna rock out

Uh, look, cocky-ass bitch won't catch me askin' where my ex at

Double back, yeah, I doubt it, baby, I done had that

So go ahead, don't fuck wit dem bitches, they can't have that

You come with hella problems and your energy, they can match that

You do the tit for tat, I bet I hurt you worse

I'ma end the game and finish it, I know I started first

These bitches fall out, all of a sudden you an enemy

But just last week, I was sis, you was kin to me

And that shit, huh, somethin' I can't vibe with