Forget bout Your Ex 100 OTD

[Intro]
Hey Ray

[Chorus: 100 OTD]
Forget 'bout your ex
Just come outside when I send you that textg
I'm not into talking, I like to speak less
Make sure you look good, baby, just to impress
She hopped in the whip then we left
She know that I gotta go hard but she knows how it gets
I asked if shes riding for real she said yes
I give her good dick now I have her obsessed
Glocky on me so we're blessed
Testing my gangster, I'm passing the test
Tryna put dirt on my name are you vexed
We got the motion got you niggas pressed

[Verse: Off radar & 100 OTD]
She fuck with the kid so she bringing them bands
I do what I want 'cause I know that I can
Up it and buss it, you know that he ran
One click on the itch, niggas get swished
Hit him and his mans
Pop out the sturdy when I'm in the jam
Step back like Harden, I aim for his noggin, I cram
I do shit for real while they pose for the gram
Walk up close, get close, I slam
I'm on point, on go, let's dance
Jakes to the right, can't take that stance
Spin to the back the I take my stance
Bitch in the spot tryna take off her pants
Got her on the gang now she shakin' her ass
Walk down gang, can't take off my mask
One out the 5th, all you hear is "bap"
All you hear was a clap
He too [?], can't even beat back
Like how many niggas did track
Shit gets real so why would I lack?
I'm pushin' the ouly and bro in the back
He just touched road and he want him a pack
Or could call it a hat
If - on the drill then you know that's a wrap
I keep it a buck, no I dont need to cap
No, I don't need to lie
How many niggas on your side got fried?
How many niggas on your side already died?
I'm tryna take me a trip
Hop out the whip, get flipped
Niggas get shot, get hit
Glock in my hand, not my hip
I'm shooting my stick, 'till it click
He tried to run but there's 2 on the blitz
[?] keep 2 hands on the 5th
Don't come to the Ville, get spilled
Yung DZ shoot shit 'till it bridge