Trina - Back to Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Trina] Out of all the shots closed, no more free throws And it ain't no more, lickin' in his speed coat No better, do better Had it real good, rap b**h with her own trend setter I never asked him for sh** Basic a** n***a, really wasn't 'bout sh** Man, I'm tired of puttin' these n***as on and makin' 'em famous They be sayin' they love me, then they doin' the same sh** These n***as wanna beat me, girl, he want the fame Wanna be on TV, man, what's wrong with him? Have you watchin' they moves and I be tellin' my b**hes Man, he be thinkin' I'm clueless, so I'm out for his riches Man, karma be a b**h Didn't get far, these n***as thinkin' they slick Then they come back crawlin' and sh** n***as lost everythin', now they on they dick [Pre-Hook: Trina] n***a, I don't wanna talk I ain't erased all your math, social media blocked And it ain't my fault You got caught in the whip, what the f** you thought? Ain't no b**h that better than me I'm young Moses, I could part any sea So think twice when you checkin' for me 'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG [Hook: Dyna Edyne] You wanna delete me, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me You wanna delete me, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me [Verse 2: Trina] See the face on 10, body on 10 And the bank account on win They see me in the field, man, I'm stashin' them commas I pull up on these n***as in the flyin' saucer Buyin' that n***a, became my own boss No bra, titties out, b**h, I think I'm Rick Ross Think I'm Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee And the last thing you should think, a b**h sleep My game on fleek And your new b**h, she homeless chick I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter I live a high rise, her section ain't chatter And you ain't no better Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better, what the f**, n***a? Lil n***a, go and play with these hoes 'Cause you ain't in my league, n***a, I ball with pros [Pre-Hook: Trina] n***a, I don't wanna talk I ain't erased all your math, social media blocked And it ain't my fault You got caught in the whip, what the f** you thought? Ain't no b**h that better than me I'm young Moses, I could part any sea So think twice when you checkin' for me 'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG [Hook: Dyna Edyne] You wanna delete me, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me You wanna delete me, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me