Addicted to My Ex

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yola cop bricks) [Chorus] I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; old hoes) Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes (Woo) I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low (Low) Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old (Woo) Hoes, flexin' on my old Hoes, I'm addicted to 'em [Verse 1] I, I flex on my ex, every time that she text me, I'm lookin' like, "Hold up" (Yeah) I know I'm the shit, but she say I ain't shit and my dick is— Bitch, shut up (Yeah) I'm takin' my new bitch to places, I took her, she cannot afford Then I post it on Instagram, stuntin', she tryna ignore it, you mad or nah? (Yeah) I bought a new whip, just in spite of that bitch, she be catchin' the bus Seen her, pretend that I'm pickin' her up, when I pulled up, I gave her the finger, and skrrt (Yeah) I bought her a gift, didn't return it, I took it right back from her I ain't gon' never get back with her unless she suck me like Dracula, listen, I'm tellin' you I, I see her in public and stunt on the bitch, do you see this coat? Why, why keep her around if she just gon' drown and jump off the boat? I lie, I sent her a text and told her I love her then sent the reply "Sike," she blow up my phone and won't leave me alone, so Bitch, bye, yeah [Chorus] I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; old hoes) Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes (Woo) I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low (Low) Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old (Woo) Hoes, flexin' on my old Hoes, I'm addicted to 'em [Verse 2] I, I show up to all of her family events, 'cause her momma still love me (I love you, momma) And she got a new nigga, so when I pull up, he be lookin' so jelly (I hate that nigga) If I'm really on tip, I might even show up with one of her buddies (I fucked her too) As soon as she come up to hug me, I look and I say, "Bitch, what?" (Yeah) She tell all her friends that I ain't the man, bitch, fuck you mean? (Yeah) I know that she want me, she peepin' my Rollie, so fuckin' fleek (Hold up) And speaking of Rollies, I left her alone, 'cause she wasted my time She tryna come over and fuck, but I cannot see her, I'm legally blind (Damn; yeah) I'm swaggin', listen, Linda, I'm swaggin' (Swaggin') If you had me, then you a has-been, look at me now, a young nigga flashin', my New bitch's name is Yasmine, I Never do cuff 'em, I pass 'em like A college exam, bitch, I am the man, I don't give a damn, so Bitch, bye, yeah [Chorus] I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; old hoes) Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes (Woo) I might fuck her, but I keep that on the low-low (Low) Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes (Woo; woo, woo) I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old hoes I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old (Woo) Hoes, flexin' on my old Hoes, I'm addicted to 'em