Trina, Dyna Edyne - Back to Me lyrics

Out of order, shop closed
No more free throws and it ain't no more
Lickin' in his speed coat
Know better, do better had it real good
Rap bitch with her own trend setter
I never asked him for shit
Basic ass nigga, really wasn't 'bout shit
Man, I'm tired of puttin' these niggas
On and makin' 'em famous
They be sayin' they love me
Then they doin' the same shit
These niggas wanna be me, girl
He want the fame
Wanna be on TV, man, what's wrong with him?
I be watchin' they moves and
I be tellin' my bitches
Man, he be thinkin' I'm clueless
So I'm out for his riches
Man, karma be a bitch didn't get far
These niggas thinkin' they slick
Then they come back crawlin' and shit
Niggas lost everythin', now they on they dick

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web
What the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG

You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me you wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me

See the face on 10, body on 10
And the bank account on win
They see me in the field, man
I'm stashin' them commas
I pull up on these niggas
In the flyin' saucer
Buyin' that nigga, became my own boss
No bra, titties out, bitch
I think I'm Rick Ross
Think I'm Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think
A bitch sleep my game on fleek
And your new bitch, she homeless chic
I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter
I live a high rise, her section 8 chatter
And you ain't no better
Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better
What a fuck nigga?
Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes
'Cause you ain't in my league, nigga
I ball with pros

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web
What the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG

You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me you wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me