P.S. I’m Over Your Ass

[Verse 1]:
Got you in your feelings know you dead wrong nigga
Like to start your fights, like I'd be dead wrong witcha'
You could get the picture it could not be clearer
Staring at the truth and that's a dead cold mirror
Hootin' and hollerin' starting your arguments'
You always gotta be right
(bitch)
Always assuming' could never be coolin'
Forgetting I switched up your life
(bitch)
I could go back to the old me
If I go back you gon' owe me
Counting your blessings like I ain't the blessing
My nigga ya' outta your mind

[Pre-Chorus]:
You said I switched up, your fault you didn't nigga
With my new flex, your fault that you did it nigga
Say it with your chest, my chest couldn't get bigger nigga
Couldn't say all that, so here is my post scripturе

[Chorus]:
P.S. I'm over your ass
P.S. Heard you was down bad
P.S. I hopped in my bag
P.S. I'm ovеr your ass

[Verse 2]:
You see I'm doing better, now you acting real bitter
Paper over rock cuz I get rock hard figures
You could get the picture it could not be clearer
Staring at the lie but I could not lie witcha
I keep three stripes from adidas
But you had three strikes so it ruined your life
I'm not the one to be kidding
You play with my niggas
We cut off your lights
I could go back to the old me
If I go back you gon' owe me
Counting your blessings like I ain't the blessing
My nigga you outta your mind

[Pre-Chorus]:
You said I switched up, your fault you didn't nigga
With my new flex, your fault that you did it nigga
Say it with your chest, my chest couldn't get bigger nigga
Couldn't say all that, so here is my post scripture

[Chorus]:
P.S. I'm over your ass
P.S. Heard you was down bad
P.S. I hopped in my bag
P.S. I'm over your ass