Thru Your Phone lyrics

Look

I just want to break up all your shit

Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch

Then dial tone, click

And fuck your little fake ass friends

Come around acting like they my bros

I seen y'all little group texts

Where you all like to brag about your hoes

And you can tell your little bitch

I screenshotted all her naked pics

Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?

Wake up and see your boobs on the 'gram?

Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus

I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers

Smash your TV from Best Buy

You gon' turn me into into Left Eye

I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy

I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me

I'm holding back everything that's inside of me

How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?

My heart is beating like it's bleeding out

(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)

You sleeping like a baby

Everyone was right about you now, and

(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

I went through your phone last night

I went through your phone last night

Saw some things I didn't like

I went through your phone last night

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

All I can see is you and her in different scenarios

Beyoncé on my stereo, resentment on repeat

I'mma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach

Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"

Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?

You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?

You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches

You don't even cheat with no bad bitches

This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully

Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you

Don't even know that you this close to dying

You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"

My heart is beating like it's bleeding out

(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)

You sleeping like a baby

Everyone was right about you now, and

(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

I went through your phone last night

I went through your phone last night

Saw some things I didn't like

I went through your phone last night

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

It's killing me

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

It's killing me

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

It's killing me

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

It's killing me

I went through your phone last night

I went through your phone last night

Saw some things I didn't like

I went through your phone last night

It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

• Artist:Cardi B
• Album:Invasion of Privacy