Receipts
Something told me to go through your god damn phone. Yeah
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more. Nah ah
I'm so gone, like Nemo
More water. No drama. Ah
No redos, 'cause we know you're shot out
Enjoy all your karma, Love
It's right back at ya. Ah
My pillow is free now
Can breathe now
New keys now
Can't leave out, I be 'round the dollars
Take shots
Ra ta ta ta
Don't sweat it
No sauna, no Ghana, no 'Bama
I love this shit
Something told me to go through your god damn phone. Yeah
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more
Nah
Nah that's for real
Oou whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Let me tell you how I caught a thot
Step one:
Go into the messages and DMs inside that shit
Step two:
Go into the search bar, and type "this nigga" or "this bitch."
Step three:
Be careful what you read, and have an open mind 'bout that shit
Step four:
Screenshot them receipts
They own lies, they gone believe them
If I had the choice, I wouldn't want to be you
I rejoice at the thought that I'll never be with you
I know you moist at the thought of me being in you
I'm at the point, I get soft from even seeing you
If I had a choice, I would rewind
Skip back. Skip town at the Beeline
Big trap in the shape of a feline
Get cash, keep faith. I would decline
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Something told me to go through your god damn phone. Yeah
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more
Nah
Nah, that's for real
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more. Nah ah
I'm so gone, like Nemo
More water. No drama. Ah
No redos, 'cause we know you're shot out
Enjoy all your karma, Love
It's right back at ya. Ah
My pillow is free now
Can breathe now
New keys now
Can't leave out, I be 'round the dollars
Take shots
Ra ta ta ta
Don't sweat it
No sauna, no Ghana, no 'Bama
I love this shit
Something told me to go through your god damn phone. Yeah
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more
Nah
Nah that's for real
Oou whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Let me tell you how I caught a thot
Step one:
Go into the messages and DMs inside that shit
Step two:
Go into the search bar, and type "this nigga" or "this bitch."
Step three:
Be careful what you read, and have an open mind 'bout that shit
Step four:
Screenshot them receipts
They own lies, they gone believe them
If I had the choice, I wouldn't want to be you
I rejoice at the thought that I'll never be with you
I know you moist at the thought of me being in you
I'm at the point, I get soft from even seeing you
If I had a choice, I would rewind
Skip back. Skip town at the Beeline
Big trap in the shape of a feline
Get cash, keep faith. I would decline
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Something told me to go through your god damn phone. Yeah
Something told me I was finally gone be alone
That's for real
No hero in me no more
Nah
Nah, that's for real
Credits
Writer(s): Bakruddin Muhammad
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