Back to Me - Trina

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