OMG BRITT

[Pre-Chorus]

There she go, on a roll

Let her know, seventh floor

Here I go, you should know

You don't gotta do this all alone

[Chorus]

Oh, my God, Britt

They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit

So independent

Don't need no man to pay my rent

They gon' get so sick

They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit

All these stank breath bitches

All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint

[Verse 1]

Those friends over there say they got your back

Seem to never be there when you need a hand

Never trap alone, always go in packs

Well, I never been that really good at that

While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap

Gotta love that big black cat, cat

(What'd you say?)

[Pre-Chorus]

There she go, on a roll

Let her know, seventh floor

Here I go, you should know

You don't gotta do this all alone

[Chorus]

Oh, my God, Britt

They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit

So independent

Don't need no man to pay my rent

They gon' get so sick

They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit

All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)

All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint

[Verse 2]

Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends

They don't really come around when you really need them

When you really need some soup, they not really there for you

On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu

They don't think that you're the one

But they want to eat off you

When you got new shoes and a boo

Hit them like a fucking snooze

Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick

We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit

You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA

So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way

I was there for you, even on your birthday

I bought cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony

But these days you the one that's acting fucking phoney

You little party-ass bitch, pin it on the donkey

Why you twisting up what I say to you?

I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you

A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good

Then you never would have thought to come around my hood

Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well

And I hope you find someone to deal with all that

'Cause I ain't got the time for it

And next time, I won't hold back

[Chorus]

Oh, my God, Britt

They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit

So independent

Don't need no man to pay my rent

They gon' get so sick

They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit

All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God)

All these—