Beretta, Jay Fuego, Ja, AV EI RI, Kay Dinero - History Lyrics

Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks!)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back
Yeah
I can't take an L, I had to get back
Just know I never meant to break your heart like it's a Kit-Kat
You chit-chat
Crying like you drunky at a kickback
I sit back
And watch the hell unfold, yeah I'mma relapse (Blatt!)
You playing disrespect ('Spect)
Coming at your neck
I'm coming at your coof
And now you're getting vex
Yeah we getting checks
I'm on to the next
Bringing toxic energy, no I ain't into that (Yuh!)
Now you're history
Shawty, are you shitting me?
I can never let the negativity get into me
Writing "Love Letters", babygirl you must be kidding me (Yuh!)
Nah, I'm not gonna lie that song was fire
Shit was lit to me (What else!)
Spinning blocks with two cars
Young nigga
Been hard
All my niggas crip
You gotta dip
Shoot him in the leg watch that boy limp
Stupid nigga, we ain't playing no games
Hallow tips to the back of your seat
Lay that nigga out give him a sheet
Shaking on his head, this shit got me weak
In the v, kicking like Bruce Lee
All my niggas on court like Kobe
Pussy niggas can't hold me (Bitch!)
Yeah
I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But now you're coming with some wock shit that's not smart
Tryna talk bad on my name, wasn't with it from the start
But you still calling me bae yet we taking time apart
Now you can't fuck with me
All these ice and diamonds I be flashin' they're real jewelry
Cannot make a fool of me
Ask your friends about me
They be buggin', tryna come over when I got the free
They're supposed to be your sisters but bitch they want the d
Tryna talk bad about Aveiri but bitch I got the keys
Cannot tweak me or my guys, we taking victories
Yeah we not losing
Yeah we not losing
PTG, we taking victories
Yeah
Yeah we not losing
Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks!)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back (Uh!)
Bitch I know that you don't love me
Why you in my face tryna get some of my money
She a dirty little slut, bet she won't get nothing from me
Remember back in middle school when all these bitches used to dub me
But now everything is cool 'cause guess who's looking like the dummy
And I can't fuck with no lil bitch that make my dick soft
If she not swinging me the six I tell her get lost
I just want them diamonds dancing on my wrist like it's Kris Kross
And now I always steady moving with a stick, don't get lift off
Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back, aye (Uh!)

Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks!)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back
Yeah
I can't take an L, I had to get back
Just know I never meant to break your heart like it's a Kit-Kat
You chit-chat
Crying like you drunky at a kickback
I sit back
And watch the hell unfold, yeah I'mma relapse (Blatt!)
You playing disrespect ('Spect)
Coming at your neck
I'm coming at your coof
And now you're getting vex
Yeah we getting checks
I'm on to the next
Bringing toxic energy, no I ain't into that (Yuh!)
Now you're history
Shawty, are you shitting me?
I can never let the negativity get into me
Writing "Love Letters", babygirl you must be kidding me (Yuh!)
Nah, I'm not gonna lie that song was fire
Shit was lit to me (What else!)
Spinning blocks with two cars
Young nigga
Been hard
All my niggas crip
You gotta dip
Shoot him in the leg watch that boy limp
Stupid nigga, we ain't playing no games
Hallow tips to the back of your seat
Lay that nigga out give him a sheet
Shaking on his head, this shit got me weak
In the v, kicking like Bruce Lee
All my niggas on court like Kobe
Pussy niggas can't hold me (Bitch!)
Yeah
I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But now you're coming with some wock shit that's not smart
Tryna talk bad on my name, wasn't with it from the start
But you still calling me bae yet we taking time apart
Now you can't fuck with me
All these ice and diamonds I be flashin' they're real jewelry
Cannot make a fool of me
Ask your friends about me
They be buggin', tryna come over when I got the free
They're supposed to be your sisters but bitch they want the d
Tryna talk bad about Aveiri but bitch I got the keys
Cannot tweak me or my guys, we taking victories
Yeah we not losing
Yeah we not losing
PTG, we taking victories
Yeah
Yeah we not losing
Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks!)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back (Uh!)
Bitch I know that you don't love me
Why you in my face tryna get some of my money
She a dirty little slut, bet she won't get nothing from me
Remember back in middle school when all these bitches used to dub me
But now everything is cool 'cause guess who's looking like the dummy
And I can't fuck with no lil bitch that make my dick soft
If she not swinging me the six I tell her get lost
I just want them diamonds dancing on my wrist like it's Kris Kross
And now I always steady moving with a stick, don't get lift off
Aye
Whining over me bitch I'm over you
Stay texting my phone like what's good with you
It's okay
I know you miss me
But sorry
You're like old history
I'm with my new flex, you're my old flex (Yeah)
Tryna get me back, nah I'm not with that
See my racks
And count my racks (Racks)
Now shh
Watch me hit this bitch from the back, aye (Uh!)