Moneybagg Yo, GloRilla - On Wat U On lyrics

(Turn me up, YC) GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey (SkyDiddy)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch (What?)

Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city
That she think I'm fuckin'
Look dead in her eyes before I lie
I'd rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now
Huh? Dumb ass i rather tell her nothin'
Smirkin' in her face
What the fuck funny? Didn't I
Say change the subject?

Let me know right now
(What?) , if there ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one too close to zero
Got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it
I can still pull up and fuck (Uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house
You say I never hug and kiss you
Tryna see me every weekend
(Why?) , damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae
Our problems go away when my dick in you
When I call myself tryna do shit right
Here go another issue (Man)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch

All that tellin' folks I'm crazy
Tell 'em how you got me fucked up
Yo' mom ain't got no daughters, boy
You ain't them bitches brothers
(What the fuck?)
Then you told me you that knew the bitch
But you ain't say you fucked her (Hm-m)
Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass
Good dick motherfucker (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today
(Hm) , back outside tomorrow (yeah)
I be done with him today then
Be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows
Got 'em switchin' up his cars
He won't find shit in my phone but
Them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit
He must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my shit for real
But I don't think he know that
(Can't know that)
Cut that nigga off for good to
Show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever
Ever get his ho back (On gang)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that bitch