Textin' Mad
Bitch you know I'm living fast
And I always got the gas
Why you giving me that sass yeah (Yeah)
Say I gotta stop that grass
When you sippin on the glass
Everyday like it's your task
She just hit me up asking "could we run it back"
Bitch you out of luck, fucked around and lost your chance
I don't give a fuck that's all a story in my past
I'm drowning up in the cash while you're texting me all mad
Why you always subtweet
You once said that you loved me
Act like you above me (Yeah)
Felt imprisoned when you cuffed me
You said you couldn't trust me
Stop it with that dumb shit
Broke her heart
I told her it was over and we fucking broke apart
She said to me you know your music isn't fucking hard
She said to me you better know you ain't gon' make it far (Yeah)
Bitch you know I'm living fast
And I always got the gas
Why you giving me that sass yeah (Yeah)
Say I gotta stop that grass
When you sippin on the glass
Everyday like it's your task
She just hit me up asking "could we run it back"
Bitch you out of luck, fucked around and lost your chance
I don't give a fuck that's all a story in my past
I'm drowning up in the cash while you're texting me all mad (Yeah)
Texting me all mad
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty sad (I don't even know)
Texting me all sad
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty mad
Yeah yeah
I ain't fucking with these hoes
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty sad
And I always got the gas
Why you giving me that sass yeah (Yeah)
Say I gotta stop that grass
When you sippin on the glass
Everyday like it's your task
She just hit me up asking "could we run it back"
Bitch you out of luck, fucked around and lost your chance
I don't give a fuck that's all a story in my past
I'm drowning up in the cash while you're texting me all mad
Why you always subtweet
You once said that you loved me
Act like you above me (Yeah)
Felt imprisoned when you cuffed me
You said you couldn't trust me
Stop it with that dumb shit
Broke her heart
I told her it was over and we fucking broke apart
She said to me you know your music isn't fucking hard
She said to me you better know you ain't gon' make it far (Yeah)
Bitch you know I'm living fast
And I always got the gas
Why you giving me that sass yeah (Yeah)
Say I gotta stop that grass
When you sippin on the glass
Everyday like it's your task
She just hit me up asking "could we run it back"
Bitch you out of luck, fucked around and lost your chance
I don't give a fuck that's all a story in my past
I'm drowning up in the cash while you're texting me all mad (Yeah)
Texting me all mad
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty sad (I don't even know)
Texting me all sad
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty mad
Yeah yeah
I ain't fucking with these hoes
Yeah I don't know what I did to make this shorty sad
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Writer(s): Dan Lee
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