On My Nerves
Uh
Ayy
(Flo Milli shit)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
I don't want no lil' boy (uh-huh), I want a grown man
You niggas drive me crazy, that's why I'm throwin' pans
You niggas throwin' fits, I'm throwin' hands
I rather hold my bag (hey), before I hold his hand
Oh, you hurt, hurt
That's why you pressin' me (hey)
Niggas say they street, but they sesame (he ain't right)
Just told Alexa, play Mariah, you obsessed with me (uh)
Like, why you so obsessed with me?
You can't be friendly with these niggas
Yeah, I'm nice, but I ain't flirtin' (hell, nah)
Got you thirsty on my pictures, we ain't even met in person
Sent the DM and I seen it, had to close it like a curtain
I only talk in bags, so it better be a Birkin (cha-ching)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
He gon' finish for me (come on), I ain't catch him back
I told him, text me first (hit me up), but I ain't text him back
These niggers sweatin' me (sweatin' me), like he runnin' laps (yeah)
I made him walk away, now he runnin' back (ha-ha)
He got a puny, ain't no fun in that
Boy, this mouth expensive (it is), I ain't gummin' that
I make it rain, I got it flooded (ooh), it's that thunder cat (eat up)
He think he slangin' wood (okay), okay, lumber jack
I got standards (yup), yeah, I got a type (right there)
I don't like to rush it (no), no, I rather snipe
These hoes be thirsty for you, I don't see the hype (nah)
He said the same wit' you, at least we think alike (yeah)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gettin' on my nerves
Ayy
(Flo Milli shit)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
I don't want no lil' boy (uh-huh), I want a grown man
You niggas drive me crazy, that's why I'm throwin' pans
You niggas throwin' fits, I'm throwin' hands
I rather hold my bag (hey), before I hold his hand
Oh, you hurt, hurt
That's why you pressin' me (hey)
Niggas say they street, but they sesame (he ain't right)
Just told Alexa, play Mariah, you obsessed with me (uh)
Like, why you so obsessed with me?
You can't be friendly with these niggas
Yeah, I'm nice, but I ain't flirtin' (hell, nah)
Got you thirsty on my pictures, we ain't even met in person
Sent the DM and I seen it, had to close it like a curtain
I only talk in bags, so it better be a Birkin (cha-ching)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
He gon' finish for me (come on), I ain't catch him back
I told him, text me first (hit me up), but I ain't text him back
These niggers sweatin' me (sweatin' me), like he runnin' laps (yeah)
I made him walk away, now he runnin' back (ha-ha)
He got a puny, ain't no fun in that
Boy, this mouth expensive (it is), I ain't gummin' that
I make it rain, I got it flooded (ooh), it's that thunder cat (eat up)
He think he slangin' wood (okay), okay, lumber jack
I got standards (yup), yeah, I got a type (right there)
I don't like to rush it (no), no, I rather snipe
These hoes be thirsty for you, I don't see the hype (nah)
He said the same wit' you, at least we think alike (yeah)
I'm a looker, uh, I break necks (yeah)
I pay attention to him, he pays checks
He a boy toy (ew), I gave my Xbox
He made me waterfall (it's wet), I left a wet spot
This boy's thirsty, dehydrated (yeah)
He's a headache, migraine (yeah)
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
(Yeah) you gettin' on my nerves
'Cause he ain't get the memo, when I told him, swerve
Damn, you gettin' on my nerves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gettin' on my nerves
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Gitelman, Derrick Gray, Caston Grigsby, Tamia Carter
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