[Intro]
Brr, hello?
What the fuck do we got to talk about? (Who?)
I don't want, man, what the fuck, this bitch keep callin' me, bro

[Chorus]
My old bitch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah

[Verse 1]
FN in my pants (Ooh, FN), yeah (Pew-pew-pew)
Fifty seven Xans (Xanax), ayy
Smoke gas out the can (Out the motherfuckin' bong), yeah
So high, I can't land (Land), ayy (Phony)
Oh, not you again (Not you again, bitch), yeah
Kill my mood again, ayy (Ayy)
I might fuck her friend, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a pimp, I walk, I limp (I limp, I limp, I limp, I limp), ayy
Gotta let you know I'm a dime sniper (Ooh)
I'ma give her gold like thе the Pied Piper (Pipеr, give her gold)
Hit in front because I'm a side piper (Two hunnid gold)
If you leave me once, you're an outsider (Yeah)
[Chorus]
My old bitch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah

[Verse 2]
My old bitch called me, said she want me back (This bitch crazy)
How you get the number to my jack? (The number to my shit)
My old bitch called me, said, "Can I hit it from the back?" (Um)
I sure can, don't know where you been, so you know that I gotta use a strap
And I know you see all these millions, nah, girl, I ain't movin' packs
Ghetto bitches I fucked from the hood, like, no, Uzi, I ain't going back (Yeah)
I had to go and let it stack (Ayy), met a lil' bitch at Saks (Che)
Fifth time we had sex (Slime), I could not go back (Slatt)
Listen, I don't want no neck (Slatt), with my dawgs like Pets (Slatt)
Punch you out like Fetch
Please, don't call my phone, yeah, send you to my rep'
These n***as my kids, yeah, gotta claim the tax (Yeah)
I'ma keep gettin' bags (Yeah)

[Chorus]
My old bitch called me, said she want me back (What you wanna talk about?)
Ooh, I cannot go back (No)
Now she see the way I'm countin' up these racks
Ooh, how I'm killin' every track (Beep)
I thought you was the one, oops, my bad (My bad), ayy
I don't want you back (No way), ayy
I don't want you back, ayy (No)
Continue to get my racks, yeah
[Outro]
I'ma keep poppin' tags
I'ma keep gettin' bags
I'ma keep poppin' tags
I'ma keep gettin' bags