S/O to Me Lyrics by Latto
Uh, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah
The biggest
This rap game, I always had desire to try it myself
Things wasn’t perfect at home, but I could still lie to myself
Smile in my mama face, and then I go cry to myself
Other than talking to Brook, I used to just hide how I felt
Knew I was destined to be somebody with diamonds and wealth
Not one of these bitches that they signing and slide on the shelf
If nobody wanna hear Alyssa, I’m signing myself
Talking in positive affirmations, reminding myself
Nigga got agendas with me, act like they dying to help
I ain’t fucking no one for a feature, go find someone else
I know I’m sexy as hell, and I ain’t denying it sells
Stand in the mirror naked sometimes and admire myself
Keep the G-Wagon, fuck nigga, I’ll buy it myself
DMs full of famous niggas just saying “Hi” to themself
I don’t say shit back and they still reply to themself
You niggas thirsty as fuck, and I need some time to myself
Since high school, niggas loved begging for numbers to call
Since high school, bitches hated, we been ignoring it all
Now it’s up with bitches talking spicy, I’m warring with y’all
And I ain’t really letting up on y’all till the coroner call
Bye sis, funny thing about it, you can’t look me in my eye, sis
But let’s get back to how my life is, you hoes is a puzzlin’ case
It clearly doesn’t matter if you younger or double my age
You bitches is barking too much, I wish I could muzzle your face
Karma will deal with you, though, I promise, your judgement awaits
I got a crush on a thug, and yes, he in love with my ass, but he more in love with my face
And that’s saying a lot ’cause, clearly, I’m slim in the waist
But somehow, the cakes fucked around and doubled in weight
I don’t double date ’cause my man think all of you niggas corny, he doesn’t relate
You fighting for radio play, he fighting a government case
Bitch, get the fuck out my face like
I don’t play about us (On God)
I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga
This shoutout for me
Big shoutout to me
I don’t play about us (On God)
I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga
This shoutout for me
Big shoutout to me
Shoutout to myself
Who the hardest out? Bitch, it’s Latto by herself
Ice is just water when it melts
Wipe you down, I got plenty towels on the shelf, it’s easy
A white Ferrari might get me wetter than Fiji shores
Nails in the coffin while I’m getting my manicures and my pedicures
Your dream man is someone you settle for
I sit around and daydream ’bout how I could settle the score
I’m down to stoop lower than most of you hoes’ credit score
Don’t play coy with me, you know what you headed for
This shit is not a metaphor, this shit that we ready for
My sisters all loose cannons, baby, so don’t start ’em
I don’t want to hear about menopause or postpartum
I’m not wasting no time begging you hoes pardon
I’m just tryna sip a little wine in the rose garden
Be in a silk robe, indulge in aromatherapy
You hoes sick in the head, y’all need to go to therapy
I’m tryna decompress in Turks with essential oil
Latto getting spoiled ’cause she thicker than engine oil
You evil eye bitches got me saging the whole room
You aging in the face, but whatever, that’s old news
The crown is coming home soon, I’ll sit on the throne soon
And to the next girl with dreams of making some bold moves
The love they never showed me is love that I’ll show you
‘Cause I’m a real Southern bitch and I told you
Gold tooth, gold hoops, and soul food
Yeah, everything I’m saying is so true
Shoutout to myself, to myself
I don’t play about us (On God)
I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga
This shoutout for me
Big shoutout to me
I don’t play about us (On God)
I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga
This shoutout for me
