Girl, why you always lurkin’ on my page at 3 AM?
Zoomin’ in my selfies like you tryna be my fuckin’ friend.
He told me all your bullshit, how you cheated, did him wrong —
Now you sittin’ in the shadows tryna study where you don’t belong.
But can’t grow the fuck up? Damn, you need a second hand.
Got my stories on repeat like they teachin’ you a class,
Screenshot every outfit while you talkin’ out your ass.
Baby, you a whole ghost —
but you haunt us like a hobby, tryna stay close.
You got a whole-ass kid — shouldn’t you be raising them?
Ooh, you want him back?
Bitch, that bridge been burned.
You lost your turn —
Now you watchin’ from a distance hopin’ tables gon’ return.
Stay clickin’, clickin’, clickin’ — yeah, you weird ass stalker.
Refreshin’ like a psycho, think you slick but I clocked ya.
He’s got me now, and you pressed so hard it’s funny.
We glow up, you slow up, still crying over what ain’t your fuckin’ honey.
Scrollin’, scrollin’, scrollin’ — girl, you desperate as hell.
If obsession was a fragrance you’d be wearin’ that smell.
You fucked up, tough luck — he upgraded, now you bitter.
Handle yo’ kid, not my feed, before you call yourself a sitter.
You be tappin’ through our pics like they clues to a crime.
Even blocked on his phone, but you stalking mine.
Girl, why your priorities look faker than your face tune?
Diapers on the dresser, but you stalking me at noon.
You edited your whole face, but the vibe still fake —
I’m the snack, I’m the meal — you the dollar-store cake.
You cheated on a king, now you mad he got a queen.
Tryna linger in the background like a deleted scene.
Girl, you wildin’ —
Your whole life about us, and I’m vibin’.
You background noise, I’m the song you’ve never seen.
It’s pathetic how you’re watching every move I’m makin’ —
Like damn, go raise your kid, stop wishin’ you were takin’.
You want closure? I’m the door, and it’s slammin’.
You want drama? I’m the beat and it’s jammin’.
You want him? Too damn bad — I’m standin’.
You want relevance? Keep scrollin’, keep spamm—in’.
You want his attention? Go co-parent, quit scammin’.
Stay clickin’, clickin’, clickin’ — yeah, you weird ass stalker.
Refreshin’ like a psycho, think you slick but I clocked ya.
He’s got me now, and you pressed so hard it’s funny.
We glow up, you slow up, still crying over what ain’t your fuckin’ honey.
Scrollin’, scrollin’, scrollin’ — girl, you desperate as hell.
If obsession was a fragrance you’d be wearin’ that smell.
You fucked up, tough luck — he upgraded, now you bitter.
Handle yo’ kid, not my feed, before you call yourself a sitter.
So keep your nose in our business if it fills your lonely cup,
But every click you make just screams, “Girl, grow the fuck up.”
Cuz every time you stalk my page, don’t forget this bit —
You remind the world he leveled up the day y’all split.
BiBi
