go to hell.

[Chorus]
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the bitch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a fuck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first bitch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, bitch, go to hell, mm

[Verse]
Always tryna sell me on some bullshit
Always tryna sell me on yo' self
Actin like your words from a pulpit
I could see through that shit at age twelve
Stalk my socials all that you want, bitch
Don't give a shit that you think I need help
Maybe next time, try and be honest
So you won't be left by somebody else again

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, again
By somebody else again
Oh, again
By somebody else again
Oh, again
By somebody else again
Oh, again

[Chorus]
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the bitch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a fuck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first bitch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, bitch, go to hell, mm
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the bitch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a fuck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first bitch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, bitch, go to hell, mm