Ky (USA) — P.S. Im 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