Earthquakes

[Chorus]
Ex in my phones turn to earthquakes
All of these pussy boys lurking
You gon' get cut I'm a surgeon
Friend become foe, man, they turnin'

[Verse]
Woah
You boys is lame, you gotta catch up
Pack up in my sweatshirt
Ran up with the shit
I left you blow dry like the desert
She say she gon' like me up just like I am some dessert
Old bitch, I don't miss her
I am not your mister
No, I am not your mister
And you a pussycat
Just trying to act like you a wrestler
And I don't leave the house unless you talkin' 'bout some bread first
And I'm a hop up out building
Going fucking head first, head first

[Chorus]
Ex in my phones turn to earthquakes
All of these pussy boys lurking
You gon' get cut I'm a surgeon
Friend become foe, man, they turnin'

Man, they turnin'
And, man, they lurkin'
I want a Birkin

Ex in my phones turn to earthquakes
All of these pussy boys lurking
You gon' get cut I'm a surgeon
Friend become foe, man, they turnin'