Next
Alright
Now, I said I wasn't gonna hurt any feelings
Could y'all tell I was lying?
'Cause I was lying - alright
I can't say that you might be missed
You think that you're the only one that I kissed
But don't get it twisted
I get kicks out of this
I'm Mr. Diss Ya
So you better hit the bricks
Blowing up my phone on the daily
Am I gonna pick it up? That's a hard "maybe"
I remember days when I used to fall over you
Drowning in a haze 'cause I couldn't get over you
Never again will I ever play number two
Matter fact, fall back, had about enough of you
It's such a dangerous game that we're playing
Now you're hanging onto every word I'm saying
Well then, I guess it's your loss
It won't be my fault when you come here begging, praying
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm 'bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
So what's next, I'm a thriller
Cold like ice cream, vanilla
Send you into cardiac arrest, I'm a killer
Make me beat my chest like a gorilla
Some call it "butterscotch"
Some say "space cakes"
Once you sample just a taste
You gon' do a double take
Maybe on a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Tryna come my way
Keep a smile on your face
That's what I heard them say
When they talk about you, babe
'Round the world in 80 days
You make it look so easy
So I'm gonna be okay
With the ways that these children play
And I don't play nice
So you might wanna think twice
Before you go ahead and act a fool tonight
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm 'bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
Hollup, hollup!
What you talking bout now, huh?
What, you popping all slick out your mouth
You better pump brakes before I put you out
You know you got the right one
Shouldn't never let you spend the night once
Don't take it to the head, baby, I won
Please never think that I be sweating you
All the time, you make it seem like I be stressing you
Not for nothing, if it's something I was blessing you
You believing what you want 'cause I be letting you
It's such a dangerous game that we're playing
Now you're hanging onto every word I'm saying
Well then, I guess it's just facts
Not gon' be my bad
I'ma let you go out like that
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
I guess you're not my friend no more
I see we've come to the end, oh no
I got to go, go go
But what I'm gonna do now?
What I'm gonna do now?
Crying, I'm crying (Do you hear me?)
I'm shedding real tears
For three long years
Except I'm not
What you thought this was?
Man, I'm over it
Making such a joke of it
Ready to dispose of it
Burning up and smoking it
Funny how I'm choking on your lies
Now I'm holding it down by myself
Nah, I don't need no help
You ain't care 'bout how I felt
So I'ma take my wealth
Back to caring about my health
When it comes to my heart
Sit it right back on the shelf
(I'm good)
But don't hurt 'em, don't hurt 'em
"He crazy," but you like this
Now, I said I wasn't gonna hurt any feelings
Could y'all tell I was lying?
'Cause I was lying - alright
I can't say that you might be missed
You think that you're the only one that I kissed
But don't get it twisted
I get kicks out of this
I'm Mr. Diss Ya
So you better hit the bricks
Blowing up my phone on the daily
Am I gonna pick it up? That's a hard "maybe"
I remember days when I used to fall over you
Drowning in a haze 'cause I couldn't get over you
Never again will I ever play number two
Matter fact, fall back, had about enough of you
It's such a dangerous game that we're playing
Now you're hanging onto every word I'm saying
Well then, I guess it's your loss
It won't be my fault when you come here begging, praying
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm 'bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
So what's next, I'm a thriller
Cold like ice cream, vanilla
Send you into cardiac arrest, I'm a killer
Make me beat my chest like a gorilla
Some call it "butterscotch"
Some say "space cakes"
Once you sample just a taste
You gon' do a double take
Maybe on a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Tryna come my way
Keep a smile on your face
That's what I heard them say
When they talk about you, babe
'Round the world in 80 days
You make it look so easy
So I'm gonna be okay
With the ways that these children play
And I don't play nice
So you might wanna think twice
Before you go ahead and act a fool tonight
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm 'bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
Hollup, hollup!
What you talking bout now, huh?
What, you popping all slick out your mouth
You better pump brakes before I put you out
You know you got the right one
Shouldn't never let you spend the night once
Don't take it to the head, baby, I won
Please never think that I be sweating you
All the time, you make it seem like I be stressing you
Not for nothing, if it's something I was blessing you
You believing what you want 'cause I be letting you
It's such a dangerous game that we're playing
Now you're hanging onto every word I'm saying
Well then, I guess it's just facts
Not gon' be my bad
I'ma let you go out like that
So what's next?
I'ma get these checks
Then I'm bout to flex
Ain't no coming back
You done missed what you had
I bet you feeling bad
You love it but you mad
Now, go on and be sad, child
I guess you're not my friend no more
I see we've come to the end, oh no
I got to go, go go
But what I'm gonna do now?
What I'm gonna do now?
Crying, I'm crying (Do you hear me?)
I'm shedding real tears
For three long years
Except I'm not
What you thought this was?
Man, I'm over it
Making such a joke of it
Ready to dispose of it
Burning up and smoking it
Funny how I'm choking on your lies
Now I'm holding it down by myself
Nah, I don't need no help
You ain't care 'bout how I felt
So I'ma take my wealth
Back to caring about my health
When it comes to my heart
Sit it right back on the shelf
(I'm good)
But don't hurt 'em, don't hurt 'em
"He crazy," but you like this
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Writer(s): Wytory Heckstall
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