History ft. Jay Fuego, Ja, AV EI RI & Kay Dinero Lyrics

Aye

Whining over me bitch I'm over you

Stay texting my phone like what's good with you

It's okay

I know you miss me

But sorry

You're like old history

I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)

Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that

See my racks

And count my racks (Racks!)

Now shh

Watch me hit this bitch from the back

Yeah

I can't take an L, I had to get back

Just know I never meant to break your heart like it's a Kit-Kat

You chit-chat

Crying like you drunky at a kickback

I sit back

And watch the hell unfold, yeah I'mma relapse (Blatt!)

You playing disrespect ('Spect)

Coming at your neck

I'm coming at your coof

And now you're getting vex

Yeah we getting checks

I'm on to the next

Bringing toxic energy, no I ain't into that (Yuh!)

Now you're history

Shawty, are you shitting me?

I can never let the negativity get into me

Writing "Love Letters", babygirl you must be kidding me (Yuh!)

Nah, I'm not gonna lie that song was fire

Shit was lit to me (What else!)

Spinning blocks with two cars

Young nigga

Been hard

All my niggas crip

You gotta dip

Shoot him in the leg watch that boy limp

Stupid nigga, we ain't playing no games

Hallow tips to the back of your seat

Lay that nigga out give him a sheet

Shaking on his head, this shit got me weak

In the v, kicking like Bruce Lee

All my niggas on court like Kobe

Pussy niggas can't hold me (Bitch!)

Yeah

I'm sorry for breaking your heart

But now you're coming with some wock shit that's not smart

Tryna talk bad on my name, wasn't with it from the start

But you still calling me bae yet we taking time apart

Now you can't fuck with me

All these ice and diamonds I be flashin' they're real jewelry

Cannot make a fool of me

Ask your friends about me

They be buggin', tryna come over when I got the free

They're supposed to be your sisters but bitch they want the d

Tryna talk bad about Aveiri but bitch I got the keys

Cannot tweak me or my guys, we taking victories

Yeah we not losing

Yeah we not losing

PTG, we taking victories

Yeah

Yeah we not losing

Aye

Whining over me bitch I'm over you

Stay texting my phone like what's good with you

It's okay

I know you miss me

But sorry

You're like old history

I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)

Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that

See my racks

And count my racks (Racks!)

Now shh

Watch me hit this bitch from the back (Uh!)

Bitch I know that you don't love me

Why you in my face tryna get some of my money

She a dirty little slut, bet she won't get nothing from me

Remember back in middle school when all these bitches used to dub me

But now everything is cool 'cause guess who's looking like the dummy

And I can't fuck with no lil bitch that make my dick soft

If she not swinging me the six I tell her get lost

I just want them diamonds dancing on my wrist like it's Kris Kross

And now I always steady moving with a stick, don't get lift off

Aye

Whining over me bitch I'm over you

Stay texting my phone like what's good with you

It's okay

I know you miss me

But sorry

You're like old history

I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)

Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that

See my racks

And count my racks (Racks)

Now shh

Watch me hit this bitch from the back, aye(Uh!)