Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

It's Gucci

Do, re, mi, fa, so

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met

I probably would just stay in bed

You run your mouth all over town

And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover

Pay me back or bitch, it's over

All the presents I would send

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Next time I'ma stay asleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinking lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothing's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

Ha, it's Guwop

Do re mi, baby, don't play me

I'm a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee

Screaming "Fuck 12" in my brand new V

Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece

When I'm balling, don't stall it, put your all in

Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking

On the weekend

Spending front end and the back end

Booty so big, got me thinking 'bout a lap dance

Dealing with these bitches like

"Damn, what happened?"

New thang, new frame, new eyelashes

Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion

That's what you get for doing all that camping

Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping

This'll make a old legend start back rapping

This'll make a start back trapping

I'ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson

(It's Gucci)

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

If I could go back to the day we met

I probably would've stayed in bed

You wake up everyday

And make me feel like I'm incompetent

Designer shoes and Xanax tabs

Compliments your make-up bag

You never had to buy yourself a drink

'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

And you got me thinking lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothing's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

(So send the X and O's on another note, I'm)

Do, re, mi, fa, so

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost