Phatnall (original) Songtext
von GloRilla

GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don′t be listenin' to - these folks got to say about me
They come and see what′s up with me
Yo' see, know what I'm sayin′?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them - mad
Like, they ain′t got - good to say about me
Like, know what I'm sayin′? (Kokurcho keeps going)
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib

Don't tell me nothin′ 'bout my exes, man, them - sad (they sad)
Might get ′em tatted on my face because them - dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' ′bout my old friends, man, them - mad (they cut off)
If you don′t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, - collect calls (f- the system)
And I be steppin′ on these -, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, -, proudly with my neck tall
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this -, boy, this fentanyl (it′s to die for)


Don't go off what that - told you, boo, that - hurt (he - up)
He post about me to this day, but I don′t even lurk (- miss me)
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (took an L)
You tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (-, run)
Shit, I act up on a - who ain't actin′ right (why you do that?)
′Cause I'll be damned a - make me lose my appetite (nah, - that)
And all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight (wee)
Drop one - and added ten new more, that - some magic, right? (Yeah)

And if I ever fall in love again, that - raw (he different)
And I can tell if he a peon, let that - talk (just listen)
Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that - go (cut him loose)
You braggin′ 'bout how you got -, but what that - bought?

Don′t tell me nothin' ′bout my exes, man, them - sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them - dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin′ ′bout my old friends, man, them - mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don′t answer, - collect calls (f- the system)
And I be steppin' on these -, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, -, proudly with my neck tall
Then tell ′em throw that neck back for this -, boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)


Talkin′ 'bout you don't eat no -, man, you - gay
- That don′t eat no - really in the way (move over)
Back in the day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae
But now I′ll slap the - out of a - he don't eat the cake (- out of here, lil′ bruh)
Hittin' the gas when I be ridin′ it, I don't use no brakes (damn)
But he just threw that 30 back and now I need a break (goddamn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (for real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out, but that - was great (that′s how you feel?)

Yeah, I'm talkin' ′bout your BD, man, that - ate (woo)
She be sayin′ that he ain't -, to me, that - straight (he really cool)
I′m outside, she probably thinkin' I′ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (on the gang)

Don't tell me nothin′ 'bout my exes, man, them - sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them - dead (rest in piss)
Don′t tell me nothin′ 'bout my old friends, man, them - mad (they cut off)
If you don′t see them with me now, then you know where they at (they at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, - collect calls (f- the system)
And I be steppin′ on these -, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, -, proudly with my neck tall
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this -, boy, this fentanyl (it′s to die for)