shining on my ex
It's bbno$
Why she tryna bite me?
Why she tryna indict me?
Flow be kinda frightenin'
Pull up like it's Spike Lee
Better tread lightly
Neckie, look at the ice cream
Teeth slightly gold, yeah, it need a bit of whitening
Johnny Depp, Boba Fett, that's a bet
Lil' check, lavish neck, yeah, it's shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Huh, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Bitch, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next?
Off the Triple Sec, stuntin' on my ex
Gettin' PnB Rock type neck
That ain't a weird flex
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Thank you, next
Send a text to your next bitch while I'm fuckin' on your ex
And the text real direct (yup)
Wreck-It Ralph playin' HD, 'cause the coochie gettin' wrecked
She like, "Damn, you're romantic"
Gravy speakin' Spanish like I ain't even planned it (whoa)
Hit it twice, then I vanish
Walk up out the crib with an ice cream sandwich
Shinin' on my ex with my neck, bitch
Got them brown hundreds, I don't need a switch
Already selling copies, I don't need a pitch
Why your girl ask me how the hell I get my clean fit?
Johnny Depp, Boba Fett, that's a bet
Lil' check, lavish neck, yeah, it's shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Huh, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Bitch, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next?
Off the Triple Sec, stuntin' on my ex
Gettin' PnB Rock type neck
That ain't a weird flex
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Dude, I'd be pissed off if this song blew up on TikTok
Huh, I just copped a Honda, trip this shit (ooh)
And I whip quick, bezzle on my wrist
She obvie tryna lick
You lookin' like some plaque, I'm a toothpick
Money feelin' exponential, glad I'm mathematic
Flip a bag, I'm acrobatic (woo)
Couple foreign ass rugs in my crib, Aladdin (Aladdin)
Money keep comin' in, always why I'm addin' (addin')
Droppin' to the terrace, yeah, comin' for me clappin'
And the milli' gettin' close, yeah, I'm closin' in the gap (ayy)
Huh, shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next? Huh
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next? (Yeah, what's next? Yeah, what's next?)
'Cause I'm shinin' on my ex, huh
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Why she tryna bite me?
Why she tryna indict me?
Flow be kinda frightenin'
Pull up like it's Spike Lee
Better tread lightly
Neckie, look at the ice cream
Teeth slightly gold, yeah, it need a bit of whitening
Johnny Depp, Boba Fett, that's a bet
Lil' check, lavish neck, yeah, it's shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Huh, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Bitch, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next?
Off the Triple Sec, stuntin' on my ex
Gettin' PnB Rock type neck
That ain't a weird flex
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Thank you, next
Send a text to your next bitch while I'm fuckin' on your ex
And the text real direct (yup)
Wreck-It Ralph playin' HD, 'cause the coochie gettin' wrecked
She like, "Damn, you're romantic"
Gravy speakin' Spanish like I ain't even planned it (whoa)
Hit it twice, then I vanish
Walk up out the crib with an ice cream sandwich
Shinin' on my ex with my neck, bitch
Got them brown hundreds, I don't need a switch
Already selling copies, I don't need a pitch
Why your girl ask me how the hell I get my clean fit?
Johnny Depp, Boba Fett, that's a bet
Lil' check, lavish neck, yeah, it's shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Huh, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next? Bitch, shinin' on my ex
Yeah, what's next?
Off the Triple Sec, stuntin' on my ex
Gettin' PnB Rock type neck
That ain't a weird flex
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Dude, I'd be pissed off if this song blew up on TikTok
Huh, I just copped a Honda, trip this shit (ooh)
And I whip quick, bezzle on my wrist
She obvie tryna lick
You lookin' like some plaque, I'm a toothpick
Money feelin' exponential, glad I'm mathematic
Flip a bag, I'm acrobatic (woo)
Couple foreign ass rugs in my crib, Aladdin (Aladdin)
Money keep comin' in, always why I'm addin' (addin')
Droppin' to the terrace, yeah, comin' for me clappin'
And the milli' gettin' close, yeah, I'm closin' in the gap (ayy)
Huh, shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next? Huh
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next? (Yeah, what's next? Yeah, what's next?)
'Cause I'm shinin' on my ex, huh
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Shinin' on my ex, yeah, what's next, bitch?
Credits
Writer(s): Ari Starace, Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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