You say you care about her But do you know what you about to tear up out her?
It's her heart, be smart dumb nigga [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Yeah, he don't fucking love you Nah, he don't fucking love you You are just another bitch He'll probably let his other homie run to Why you let him lie to you girl?
All the girls that I love then follow these 3 rules What rules?
You wanna see that smile then tell her not to fuck with you Cause when it's said and done I'll be the one she tells her story to And when somebody else is in the picture she's ignoring you You know you done fucked up don't ya?
[Verse 1] Bitch, woah Play with this shit if you want to hoe Man I don't even know I won't even keep in touch So my name in your mouth Then you doing too much Bringing up lies and such And she ain't hard unless you where the crew and them Online screaming she got real hands But in real life she don't know what to with them Man she run her mouth like a meter But when it's time to ride, I ain't see her So next time, if you ain't tryna hook Then 'lil bitch watch your demeanor Lyrics dirty, but the flow is cleaner Watch me slap her shit like Serena Yeah slap her shit like Serena Make her spin around like ballerinas [Refrain] You know what I, do She don't got a, clue Can't hang with the, gang If you not the, crew [Verse 2] I want thirty K on my wrist Gold yellow like piss I got four labels tryna sign the kid And I don't know which one that I'ma pick Which one that I'ma pick [Hook] Rule number one if it's about me, at me so I can see it Rule number two if you heard shit that didn't come from me, then don't believe it 'Cause I hate a bitch that like to post shit, then before you see it she delete it Or when you come to her, she get to switching up like "Girl I ain't even really mean it" So when I catch you lacking, don't say shit, just prepare your ass for this beating 'Cause on sight means on sight Not in no counselors office having meetings And if you pull my tracks, I'm gone break your face and you really gone be left bleeding 'Cause these foreign bundles of Brazilian Straight, don't need to be left leaning And rule 3 if you stating facts, then let me see them receipts 'Cause if I find out that y'all hoes lying, all them asses getting beat And y'all saying this and y'all saying that, but y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit Come with that jumping shit I gotta chopper in the back with a scope and I do not miss bitch!
[Refrain] You know what I, do She don't got a, clue Can't hang with the, gang If you not the, crew [Bridge] And y'all saying this and y'all saying that, but y'all hoes ain't really 'bout shit Come with that jumping shit I gotta chopper in the back with a scope and I do not miss bitch!
To all my ladies that be givin' it up, ah C'mon, baby [Verse 1: Ja Rule] This ain't your typical, everyday, one night thing It's a physical, I'ma love you tonight thing Love , callin' your name, put your phone in the Range And roll over, i just really wanted to hold ya Time to know ya - that's a good chick Before it's all over, I'ma meat this chick Probably treat this chick, mo' betta Cause if you ain't - know, thugs and ladies go together Poppin' my collar, patnah - who in the spot?
c'mon, c'mon uhh To all my ladies that be givin' it up, uh To everybody that be livin' it up, we say...