[Intro: Sample]
(Play this record as frequently as possible)

[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Bitch you blowin' up my phone
Tryna fuck? Bitch go home
I told you that we're fucking through
Is this message not clear to you?
Stop pretending that you drunk
When you 'cide to call me up
I'm about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Ion like you no more
Ion-Ion like you no
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more

[Verse 1: Yung Kitt Katt]
Who the fuck are you to try and call me?
Weren't you the bitch who tried to break it off with me? (Yeah)
New bitches, I got three, they only fuck with me
They [?] out the fucking club so I could fucking pee (Bitch)
I really fucking hate when you call me all the time
You're a crazy motherfucker, got you calling on three lines
My gun is in my hand, so try and come over
Fuck off my land, I'll scare your drunk ass sober
You need to stop with this shit, I'm getting hella mad (Yeah)
Call me one more time, you wish you never had
I'm finna fuck you up, then forget the pass
You're lucky I don't call your mom and put your ass on blast
[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Bitch you blowin' up my phone
Tryna fuck? Bitch go home
I told you that we're fucking through
Is this message not clear to you?
Stop pretending that you drunk
When you 'cide to call me up
I'm about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Ion like you no more
Ion-Ion like you no
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more

[Verse 2: Hoodrat Spice]
You straight up beggin', real thirsty
Calling me say that you hurtin'
Second that I bring it up, 'round your friends you say that I'm urking (Urking)
Bitch get on some real shit, don't diss if you can't take it (Take it)
You ain't down, you just fake it
Like this isn't a [?]
You feel like you can get a bitch whenever you just want one
Just laying drunk and home alone and got a couple condoms
But bitch you just ratchet, unattractive and tragic
You faker than Monopoly money, take it and they cash it
I'm in this rap game like a fist inside a loosey
You don't know how to do your drugs, I'll call you [?]
My lifestyle's juicy, sip Lean and pop a [?]
I heard you snitch a bitch, yeah, you need some fucking Gucci's
[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Bitch you blowin' up my phone
Tryna fuck? Bitch go home
I told you that we're fucking through
Is this message not clear to you?
Stop pretending that you drunk
When you 'cide to call me up
I'm about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Ion like you no more
Ion-Ion like you no
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more
Ion like you no more

[Outro: Both]
What bitch? What Bitch? What you know about this?
What bitch? What Bitch? What you know about this?
What bitch? What Bitch? What you know about this?
I'm finna kill you ho, I'm finna kill you ho
I'm finna kill you ho, I'm finna kill you ho
Shut the fuck up and get out my house
Shut the fuck up and get out my house
I'll hit you with a choppa
I'll hit you with a choppa
I'll hit you with a choppa
With a motherfucking choppa
I'll hit you with a choppa
I'll hit you with a choppa
I'll hit you with a choppa
With a motherfucking choppa
Now shut the fuck up and get out my house
Shut the fuck up and get out my house
Shut the fuck up and get out my house
Shut the fuck up and get out my house, bitch
Shit!